Twisted and Bent Lyrics

	作词 : Trash Can Sinatras
	I come aboard
	I sing a lament
	The world isn't round
	It's Twisted and Bent
	But to face doom in a sock-stenched room all by myself
	Is the kind of fate I never contemplate
	That reminds me of the time I felt
	It's time for sin and catholic guilt
	Two years later to the day
	I had reason to confess
	With her hair a shining shade
	Of bus-conductress blonde
	Tales of music and movement
	Were told in grip and groan
	But to put these thoughts
	In songs like theirs
	Of the honest truth
	There'd be no trace
	Just lying out loud
	Good God give me strength to face another lazy day of
	"If I was a millionaire I'd be a million miles from here"
	You came into my life like a brick through a window
	And I cracked a smile
	I know her face so well
	Although the color of her eyes
	Escapes me for the moment
	Though her embrace
	Is like being short-changed
	But if I knew what made carpets fly
	I wouldn't be sitting here
	Twiddling my thumbs
	I'd threadbare my soul
	And wheedle my way
	Into other people's lives
	And out of my own
	So typical - a battle of wits
	And I've come half prepared
	Now we raised a toast to celebrate
	As December's embers fade
	But every fire is just a hoax
	For January's little joke
	Halfway to paralyzed my understudy's eyes grew tired
	Every actor hides a heckle,
	Doctor hydes a jekyll
	See through my disguise
	But I forget the conversation we had
	I don't remember what you said or did
	That made you so attractive
	I'm immortal
	And that's no life at all

	zuo ci : Trash Can Sinatras
	I come aboard
	I sing a lament
	The world isn' t round
	It' s Twisted and Bent
	But to face doom in a sockstenched room all by myself
	Is the kind of fate I never contemplate
	That reminds me of the time I felt
	It' s time for sin and catholic guilt
	Two years later to the day
	I had reason to confess
	With her hair a shining shade
	Of busconductress blonde
	Tales of music and movement
	Were told in grip and groan
	But to put these thoughts
	In songs like theirs
	Of the honest truth
	There' d be no trace
	Just lying out loud
	Good God give me strength to face another lazy day of
	" If I was a millionaire I' d be a million miles from here"
	You came into my life like a brick through a window
	And I cracked a smile
	I know her face so well
	Although the color of her eyes
	Escapes me for the moment
	Though her embrace
	Is like being shortchanged
	But if I knew what made carpets fly
	I wouldn' t be sitting here
	Twiddling my thumbs
	I' d threadbare my soul
	And wheedle my way
	Into other people' s lives
	And out of my own
	So typical a battle of wits
	And I' ve come half prepared
	Now we raised a toast to celebrate
	As December' s embers fade
	But every fire is just a hoax
	For January' s little joke
	Halfway to paralyzed my understudy' s eyes grew tired
	Every actor hides a heckle,
	Doctor hydes a jekyll
	See through my disguise
	But I forget the conversation we had
	I don' t remember what you said or did
	That made you so attractive
	I' m immortal
	And that' s no life at all

	zuò cí : Trash Can Sinatras
	I come aboard
	I sing a lament
	The world isn' t round
	It' s Twisted and Bent
	But to face doom in a sockstenched room all by myself
	Is the kind of fate I never contemplate
	That reminds me of the time I felt
	It' s time for sin and catholic guilt
	Two years later to the day
	I had reason to confess
	With her hair a shining shade
	Of busconductress blonde
	Tales of music and movement
	Were told in grip and groan
	But to put these thoughts
	In songs like theirs
	Of the honest truth
	There' d be no trace
	Just lying out loud
	Good God give me strength to face another lazy day of
	" If I was a millionaire I' d be a million miles from here"
	You came into my life like a brick through a window
	And I cracked a smile
	I know her face so well
	Although the color of her eyes
	Escapes me for the moment
	Though her embrace
	Is like being shortchanged
	But if I knew what made carpets fly
	I wouldn' t be sitting here
	Twiddling my thumbs
	I' d threadbare my soul
	And wheedle my way
	Into other people' s lives
	And out of my own
	So typical a battle of wits
	And I' ve come half prepared
	Now we raised a toast to celebrate
	As December' s embers fade
	But every fire is just a hoax
	For January' s little joke
	Halfway to paralyzed my understudy' s eyes grew tired
	Every actor hides a heckle,
	Doctor hydes a jekyll
	See through my disguise
	But I forget the conversation we had
	I don' t remember what you said or did
	That made you so attractive
	I' m immortal
	And that' s no life at all

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