| Song | Handshake the Gangster |
| Artist | Hey Rosetta! |
| Album | Into Your Lungs |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Ward | |
| Are you a wolf, | |
| Warm in your pinstripes? | |
| Is your pen a bootknife, | |
| Drawing red and dollar green? | |
| (two colours for everything) | |
| Look how the teeth gnash | |
| Look how they smile | |
| It's some kind of witchcraft | |
| That keeps us laughing all the time | |
| We did our jobs | |
| So quick and calm | |
| Wasted no love | |
| Have i been drinking? my feet are kicking | |
| Like someone's pushing this institution down my throat | |
| (and i'm going to choke!) | |
| Is this a living, this steady gunning? | |
| It's got a rhythm, sure, a hemiola to my pulse | |
| (a messy rush!) | |
| We did our jobs | |
| So quick and calm | |
| Wasted no blood | |
| Ambition, give me wings | |
| Ambition, break my legs | |
| She swims inside my head | |
| Was planted in my skin | |
| (and i can't forgive!) | |
| Have i been driving? i see the lines bend | |
| But i've not been steering and i keep on veering to the right | |
| (to those blissful lies!) | |
| When did they reach me, while i was sleeping? | |
| When did they rein me? interrogate my better sense | |
| (with their fucking rent!) | |
| And all my teachers, those dusty pilgrims | |
| Those plucky speakers are all just victims of a lie | |
| (that they can't deny!) | |
| We did our jobs | |
| So quick and calm | |
| Wasted our lungs |
| zuo qu : Ward | |
| Are you a wolf, | |
| Warm in your pinstripes? | |
| Is your pen a bootknife, | |
| Drawing red and dollar green? | |
| two colours for everything | |
| Look how the teeth gnash | |
| Look how they smile | |
| It' s some kind of witchcraft | |
| That keeps us laughing all the time | |
| We did our jobs | |
| So quick and calm | |
| Wasted no love | |
| Have i been drinking? my feet are kicking | |
| Like someone' s pushing this institution down my throat | |
| and i' m going to choke! | |
| Is this a living, this steady gunning? | |
| It' s got a rhythm, sure, a hemiola to my pulse | |
| a messy rush! | |
| We did our jobs | |
| So quick and calm | |
| Wasted no blood | |
| Ambition, give me wings | |
| Ambition, break my legs | |
| She swims inside my head | |
| Was planted in my skin | |
| and i can' t forgive! | |
| Have i been driving? i see the lines bend | |
| But i' ve not been steering and i keep on veering to the right | |
| to those blissful lies! | |
| When did they reach me, while i was sleeping? | |
| When did they rein me? interrogate my better sense | |
| with their fucking rent! | |
| And all my teachers, those dusty pilgrims | |
| Those plucky speakers are all just victims of a lie | |
| that they can' t deny! | |
| We did our jobs | |
| So quick and calm | |
| Wasted our lungs |
| zuò qǔ : Ward | |
| Are you a wolf, | |
| Warm in your pinstripes? | |
| Is your pen a bootknife, | |
| Drawing red and dollar green? | |
| two colours for everything | |
| Look how the teeth gnash | |
| Look how they smile | |
| It' s some kind of witchcraft | |
| That keeps us laughing all the time | |
| We did our jobs | |
| So quick and calm | |
| Wasted no love | |
| Have i been drinking? my feet are kicking | |
| Like someone' s pushing this institution down my throat | |
| and i' m going to choke! | |
| Is this a living, this steady gunning? | |
| It' s got a rhythm, sure, a hemiola to my pulse | |
| a messy rush! | |
| We did our jobs | |
| So quick and calm | |
| Wasted no blood | |
| Ambition, give me wings | |
| Ambition, break my legs | |
| She swims inside my head | |
| Was planted in my skin | |
| and i can' t forgive! | |
| Have i been driving? i see the lines bend | |
| But i' ve not been steering and i keep on veering to the right | |
| to those blissful lies! | |
| When did they reach me, while i was sleeping? | |
| When did they rein me? interrogate my better sense | |
| with their fucking rent! | |
| And all my teachers, those dusty pilgrims | |
| Those plucky speakers are all just victims of a lie | |
| that they can' t deny! | |
| We did our jobs | |
| So quick and calm | |
| Wasted our lungs |