Song | Shining Sinners |
Artist | Marc Almond |
Album | Vermin in Ermine |
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作词 : Almond | |
Well I'm walkin' blind down danger street | |
The street where eyes don't dare to meet | |
Dirt-Doorways frame silhouettes | |
A Teeth-Grind-Grinning smile of threat | |
Down here you ask for all you get | |
These East Side Angrys'll getchoo yet | |
Ignore the cat calls look straight ahead | |
You could wind up the other side of dead | |
(If you're lucky) | |
Well I took a glance sideways | |
Straight into some Chicano chick's eyes | |
They were pretty wild | |
Like she'd been snortin' some of that cocaine | |
She was mean for trouble | |
Boilin' for blood | |
But I had to say she was stacked | |
>From the tip of her toes | |
To her flaming red hair | |
She's gonna drag me up to her Carnal Cage of no way out desire | |
Help, Help | |
You gotta help yourself | |
Help me, Help me | |
You son of a gun | |
You gotta run muchacho run | |
Well I was getting to know the neighbourhood | |
Getting to know how it looked and smelled | |
Watching the windows | |
In tenement hell | |
Love was rape | |
And love for sale | |
And death a fact of life | |
Love was rare | |
But who cares, who cares | |
When you're living by the knife | |
Well I took a slug of bitter coffee | |
Pulled a face as bitter hit me | |
End up with a new mouth | |
Carved where my throat used to be | |
And then I saw him | |
Tall and proud | |
Wearing the entire city garbage dump | |
Around his neck and wrists | |
And then I saw him | |
Dirty red Chicano sweat bandanna | |
And colours | |
Held together by filth and fury | |
Oh wow-ee-ow | |
The Leader of the Shining Sinners | |
The Leader of the Shining Sinners | |
And she was by his side | |
This Vampira I'd seen earlier | |
She looked at me the look of scum | |
Help, Help | |
You gotta help yourself | |
Help me, Help me | |
You son of a gun | |
You gotta run muchacho run | |
He walked | |
Did I say walked? | |
Well I mean WAAALKED | |
Right up to me at a slow pace | |
He looked down at me and said | |
"Shee-it!" | |
My knees were bucklin' | |
My brow was sweatin' | |
I stared straight ahead at his knee cap | |
I had to strike soon | |
The Leader of the Shining Sinners | |
Sweet 'n' sharp and | |
Cool 'n' calm | |
He lives for them | |
They die for him | |
Bitten through with nails of hatred | |
He takes his band of laughing dead | |
To gather up the wages of skin | |
Keep my eyes upon the pavement | |
Nothing else could save me | |
In this battlefield of blood and bruises | |
I'll take this brave stiletto | |
And with all the courage left in my heart | |
I'll . . . I'll take the life of the Leader of the Shining Sinners | |
He lay upon the ground | |
Coughing up blood | |
He looked up at me | |
Yes I was the big one now | |
And said | |
"I wanted to shake your hand | |
You little runt | |
For having the guts to walk into my neighbourhood | |
I liked you!" | |
And with that he died | |
Leaderless and laughless | |
The Wastrels of the Shining Sinners | |
Lay me out like some dead cat on the ground | |
I taste the taste of human filth | |
My courage caves in on itself | |
Now no-one's leading anyone anymore | |
And I wondered what I did it for | |
And I wondered what I did it for | |
Why did I do it? | |
Why? | |
Why did I do it? | |
Why - Why did I do it? | |
Why? | |
Why? | |
Why? |
zuo ci : Almond | |
Well I' m walkin' blind down danger street | |
The street where eyes don' t dare to meet | |
DirtDoorways frame silhouettes | |
A TeethGrindGrinning smile of threat | |
Down here you ask for all you get | |
These East Side Angrys' ll getchoo yet | |
Ignore the cat calls look straight ahead | |
You could wind up the other side of dead | |
If you' re lucky | |
Well I took a glance sideways | |
Straight into some Chicano chick' s eyes | |
They were pretty wild | |
Like she' d been snortin' some of that cocaine | |
She was mean for trouble | |
Boilin' for blood | |
But I had to say she was stacked | |
From the tip of her toes | |
To her flaming red hair | |
She' s gonna drag me up to her Carnal Cage of no way out desire | |
Help, Help | |
You gotta help yourself | |
Help me, Help me | |
You son of a gun | |
You gotta run muchacho run | |
Well I was getting to know the neighbourhood | |
Getting to know how it looked and smelled | |
Watching the windows | |
In tenement hell | |
Love was rape | |
And love for sale | |
And death a fact of life | |
Love was rare | |
But who cares, who cares | |
When you' re living by the knife | |
Well I took a slug of bitter coffee | |
Pulled a face as bitter hit me | |
End up with a new mouth | |
Carved where my throat used to be | |
And then I saw him | |
Tall and proud | |
Wearing the entire city garbage dump | |
Around his neck and wrists | |
And then I saw him | |
Dirty red Chicano sweat bandanna | |
And colours | |
Held together by filth and fury | |
Oh woweeow | |
The Leader of the Shining Sinners | |
The Leader of the Shining Sinners | |
And she was by his side | |
This Vampira I' d seen earlier | |
She looked at me the look of scum | |
Help, Help | |
You gotta help yourself | |
Help me, Help me | |
You son of a gun | |
You gotta run muchacho run | |
He walked | |
Did I say walked? | |
Well I mean WAAALKED | |
Right up to me at a slow pace | |
He looked down at me and said | |
" Sheeit!" | |
My knees were bucklin' | |
My brow was sweatin' | |
I stared straight ahead at his knee cap | |
I had to strike soon | |
The Leader of the Shining Sinners | |
Sweet ' n' sharp and | |
Cool ' n' calm | |
He lives for them | |
They die for him | |
Bitten through with nails of hatred | |
He takes his band of laughing dead | |
To gather up the wages of skin | |
Keep my eyes upon the pavement | |
Nothing else could save me | |
In this battlefield of blood and bruises | |
I' ll take this brave stiletto | |
And with all the courage left in my heart | |
I' ll . . . I' ll take the life of the Leader of the Shining Sinners | |
He lay upon the ground | |
Coughing up blood | |
He looked up at me | |
Yes I was the big one now | |
And said | |
" I wanted to shake your hand | |
You little runt | |
For having the guts to walk into my neighbourhood | |
I liked you!" | |
And with that he died | |
Leaderless and laughless | |
The Wastrels of the Shining Sinners | |
Lay me out like some dead cat on the ground | |
I taste the taste of human filth | |
My courage caves in on itself | |
Now noone' s leading anyone anymore | |
And I wondered what I did it for | |
And I wondered what I did it for | |
Why did I do it? | |
Why? | |
Why did I do it? | |
Why Why did I do it? | |
Why? | |
Why? | |
Why? |
zuò cí : Almond | |
Well I' m walkin' blind down danger street | |
The street where eyes don' t dare to meet | |
DirtDoorways frame silhouettes | |
A TeethGrindGrinning smile of threat | |
Down here you ask for all you get | |
These East Side Angrys' ll getchoo yet | |
Ignore the cat calls look straight ahead | |
You could wind up the other side of dead | |
If you' re lucky | |
Well I took a glance sideways | |
Straight into some Chicano chick' s eyes | |
They were pretty wild | |
Like she' d been snortin' some of that cocaine | |
She was mean for trouble | |
Boilin' for blood | |
But I had to say she was stacked | |
From the tip of her toes | |
To her flaming red hair | |
She' s gonna drag me up to her Carnal Cage of no way out desire | |
Help, Help | |
You gotta help yourself | |
Help me, Help me | |
You son of a gun | |
You gotta run muchacho run | |
Well I was getting to know the neighbourhood | |
Getting to know how it looked and smelled | |
Watching the windows | |
In tenement hell | |
Love was rape | |
And love for sale | |
And death a fact of life | |
Love was rare | |
But who cares, who cares | |
When you' re living by the knife | |
Well I took a slug of bitter coffee | |
Pulled a face as bitter hit me | |
End up with a new mouth | |
Carved where my throat used to be | |
And then I saw him | |
Tall and proud | |
Wearing the entire city garbage dump | |
Around his neck and wrists | |
And then I saw him | |
Dirty red Chicano sweat bandanna | |
And colours | |
Held together by filth and fury | |
Oh woweeow | |
The Leader of the Shining Sinners | |
The Leader of the Shining Sinners | |
And she was by his side | |
This Vampira I' d seen earlier | |
She looked at me the look of scum | |
Help, Help | |
You gotta help yourself | |
Help me, Help me | |
You son of a gun | |
You gotta run muchacho run | |
He walked | |
Did I say walked? | |
Well I mean WAAALKED | |
Right up to me at a slow pace | |
He looked down at me and said | |
" Sheeit!" | |
My knees were bucklin' | |
My brow was sweatin' | |
I stared straight ahead at his knee cap | |
I had to strike soon | |
The Leader of the Shining Sinners | |
Sweet ' n' sharp and | |
Cool ' n' calm | |
He lives for them | |
They die for him | |
Bitten through with nails of hatred | |
He takes his band of laughing dead | |
To gather up the wages of skin | |
Keep my eyes upon the pavement | |
Nothing else could save me | |
In this battlefield of blood and bruises | |
I' ll take this brave stiletto | |
And with all the courage left in my heart | |
I' ll . . . I' ll take the life of the Leader of the Shining Sinners | |
He lay upon the ground | |
Coughing up blood | |
He looked up at me | |
Yes I was the big one now | |
And said | |
" I wanted to shake your hand | |
You little runt | |
For having the guts to walk into my neighbourhood | |
I liked you!" | |
And with that he died | |
Leaderless and laughless | |
The Wastrels of the Shining Sinners | |
Lay me out like some dead cat on the ground | |
I taste the taste of human filth | |
My courage caves in on itself | |
Now noone' s leading anyone anymore | |
And I wondered what I did it for | |
And I wondered what I did it for | |
Why did I do it? | |
Why? | |
Why did I do it? | |
Why Why did I do it? | |
Why? | |
Why? | |
Why? |