Bushleaguer Lyrics

	作词 : Gossard, Vedder
	How does he do it? How do they do it? Uncanny and immutable.
	This is such a happening tailpipe of a party.
	Like sugar, the guests are so refined.
	A confidence man but why so beleagued?
	He's not a leader he's a Texas leaguer.
	Swinging for the fence. Got lucky with a strike.
	Drilling for fear makes the job simple.
	Born on third. Thinks he got a triple.
	Blackout weaves its way through the cities.
	Blackout weaves its way through the cities.
	Blackout weaves its way.
	I remember when you sang that song about today.
	Now it's tomorrow and everything has changed.
	A think tank of aloof multiplication.
	A nicotine wish and a columbus decanter.
	Retrenchment and hoggishness.
	The aristocrat choir sings, 'What's the ruckus?'
	The haves have not a clue.
	The immenseness of suffering.
	And the odd negotiation. A rarity.
	With onionskin plausibility of life.
	And a keyboard reaffirmation.
	Blackout weaves its way through the cities.
	Blackout weaves its way through the cities.
	Blackout weaves its way.
	I remember when you sang that song about today.
	Now it's tomorrow and everything has changed.

	zuo ci : Gossard, Vedder
	How does he do it? How do they do it? Uncanny and immutable.
	This is such a happening tailpipe of a party.
	Like sugar, the guests are so refined.
	A confidence man but why so beleagued?
	He' s not a leader he' s a Texas leaguer.
	Swinging for the fence. Got lucky with a strike.
	Drilling for fear makes the job simple.
	Born on third. Thinks he got a triple.
	Blackout weaves its way through the cities.
	Blackout weaves its way through the cities.
	Blackout weaves its way.
	I remember when you sang that song about today.
	Now it' s tomorrow and everything has changed.
	A think tank of aloof multiplication.
	A nicotine wish and a columbus decanter.
	Retrenchment and hoggishness.
	The aristocrat choir sings, ' What' s the ruckus?'
	The haves have not a clue.
	The immenseness of suffering.
	And the odd negotiation. A rarity.
	With onionskin plausibility of life.
	And a keyboard reaffirmation.
	Blackout weaves its way through the cities.
	Blackout weaves its way through the cities.
	Blackout weaves its way.
	I remember when you sang that song about today.
	Now it' s tomorrow and everything has changed.

	zuò cí : Gossard, Vedder
	How does he do it? How do they do it? Uncanny and immutable.
	This is such a happening tailpipe of a party.
	Like sugar, the guests are so refined.
	A confidence man but why so beleagued?
	He' s not a leader he' s a Texas leaguer.
	Swinging for the fence. Got lucky with a strike.
	Drilling for fear makes the job simple.
	Born on third. Thinks he got a triple.
	Blackout weaves its way through the cities.
	Blackout weaves its way through the cities.
	Blackout weaves its way.
	I remember when you sang that song about today.
	Now it' s tomorrow and everything has changed.
	A think tank of aloof multiplication.
	A nicotine wish and a columbus decanter.
	Retrenchment and hoggishness.
	The aristocrat choir sings, ' What' s the ruckus?'
	The haves have not a clue.
	The immenseness of suffering.
	And the odd negotiation. A rarity.
	With onionskin plausibility of life.
	And a keyboard reaffirmation.
	Blackout weaves its way through the cities.
	Blackout weaves its way through the cities.
	Blackout weaves its way.
	I remember when you sang that song about today.
	Now it' s tomorrow and everything has changed.

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