| Song | Stripdarts |
| Artist | Hannah Marcus |
| Album | Desert Farmers |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Marcus | |
| When you got clean you took your loot | |
| And sunk it into dragon fruit. | |
| You sunk it into dragon fruit. | |
| So now you have to become a desert farmer. | |
| You cover up the rows with tarps. | |
| So let the brutal sun won't scorch their tender hearts. | |
| This desert heat is like a knife. | |
| It cuts right through the layers of your life. | |
| And in this desert there's a bar | |
| Where every afternoon they all play strip darts. | |
| I see you in the corner drinking water. | |
| Hey, I'm sorry that I read your diary, | |
| But you sure loved that girl it seemed to me. | |
| The things I read, the things you said | |
| I never even said. | |
| I never even said. | |
| I never ever said to no one. | |
| But just when you think your love's in vain | |
| Look out here comes the desert rain. | |
| Look out here it comes. |
| zuo qu : Marcus | |
| When you got clean you took your loot | |
| And sunk it into dragon fruit. | |
| You sunk it into dragon fruit. | |
| So now you have to become a desert farmer. | |
| You cover up the rows with tarps. | |
| So let the brutal sun won' t scorch their tender hearts. | |
| This desert heat is like a knife. | |
| It cuts right through the layers of your life. | |
| And in this desert there' s a bar | |
| Where every afternoon they all play strip darts. | |
| I see you in the corner drinking water. | |
| Hey, I' m sorry that I read your diary, | |
| But you sure loved that girl it seemed to me. | |
| The things I read, the things you said | |
| I never even said. | |
| I never even said. | |
| I never ever said to no one. | |
| But just when you think your love' s in vain | |
| Look out here comes the desert rain. | |
| Look out here it comes. |
| zuò qǔ : Marcus | |
| When you got clean you took your loot | |
| And sunk it into dragon fruit. | |
| You sunk it into dragon fruit. | |
| So now you have to become a desert farmer. | |
| You cover up the rows with tarps. | |
| So let the brutal sun won' t scorch their tender hearts. | |
| This desert heat is like a knife. | |
| It cuts right through the layers of your life. | |
| And in this desert there' s a bar | |
| Where every afternoon they all play strip darts. | |
| I see you in the corner drinking water. | |
| Hey, I' m sorry that I read your diary, | |
| But you sure loved that girl it seemed to me. | |
| The things I read, the things you said | |
| I never even said. | |
| I never even said. | |
| I never ever said to no one. | |
| But just when you think your love' s in vain | |
| Look out here comes the desert rain. | |
| Look out here it comes. |