| Song | Pauper's Wine |
| Artist | Mordred |
| Album | The Next Room |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Kimball, Mordred | |
| On the roof something wasn't clicking | |
| Like the blade on a pocket knife that just won't unfold | |
| Rain on my face couldn't help my disposition | |
| It was clearly a mission for the comfort of the road | |
| Passed me by one too many times | |
| And the wick get old but I'm fine | |
| Save your pennies and your pity | |
| Save them all for pauper's wine | |
| Save for pauper's wine | |
| Help me up, help me off | |
| Merge through the exit in three quarters of a mile | |
| She was the light of day, but she was never mine | |
| Took just enough to make me smile | |
| In the dark, I know that's where she kept me | |
| And it never bothered me, until the light | |
| Shining, I can handle the truth I said | |
| Passed me by one too many times | |
| Wick gets old but I'm doing fine, doing fine | |
| Save your pennies, save your pity | |
| Save them all for pauper's wine, save for pauper's wine | |
| [Solo] | |
| Blinker's on the blink I think and chuckle to myself | |
| With the nova through you | |
| Gas 'er up and never stop until she drinks the bottle drop | |
| I'm feeling right |
| zuo qu : Kimball, Mordred | |
| On the roof something wasn' t clicking | |
| Like the blade on a pocket knife that just won' t unfold | |
| Rain on my face couldn' t help my disposition | |
| It was clearly a mission for the comfort of the road | |
| Passed me by one too many times | |
| And the wick get old but I' m fine | |
| Save your pennies and your pity | |
| Save them all for pauper' s wine | |
| Save for pauper' s wine | |
| Help me up, help me off | |
| Merge through the exit in three quarters of a mile | |
| She was the light of day, but she was never mine | |
| Took just enough to make me smile | |
| In the dark, I know that' s where she kept me | |
| And it never bothered me, until the light | |
| Shining, I can handle the truth I said | |
| Passed me by one too many times | |
| Wick gets old but I' m doing fine, doing fine | |
| Save your pennies, save your pity | |
| Save them all for pauper' s wine, save for pauper' s wine | |
| Solo | |
| Blinker' s on the blink I think and chuckle to myself | |
| With the nova through you | |
| Gas ' er up and never stop until she drinks the bottle drop | |
| I' m feeling right |
| zuò qǔ : Kimball, Mordred | |
| On the roof something wasn' t clicking | |
| Like the blade on a pocket knife that just won' t unfold | |
| Rain on my face couldn' t help my disposition | |
| It was clearly a mission for the comfort of the road | |
| Passed me by one too many times | |
| And the wick get old but I' m fine | |
| Save your pennies and your pity | |
| Save them all for pauper' s wine | |
| Save for pauper' s wine | |
| Help me up, help me off | |
| Merge through the exit in three quarters of a mile | |
| She was the light of day, but she was never mine | |
| Took just enough to make me smile | |
| In the dark, I know that' s where she kept me | |
| And it never bothered me, until the light | |
| Shining, I can handle the truth I said | |
| Passed me by one too many times | |
| Wick gets old but I' m doing fine, doing fine | |
| Save your pennies, save your pity | |
| Save them all for pauper' s wine, save for pauper' s wine | |
| Solo | |
| Blinker' s on the blink I think and chuckle to myself | |
| With the nova through you | |
| Gas ' er up and never stop until she drinks the bottle drop | |
| I' m feeling right |