Unfortunate Age Lyrics
| Song | Unfortunate Age |
| Artist | The Trash Can Sinatras |
| Album | A Happy Pocket |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Trash Can Sinatras | |
| I applied... | |
| And eventually they replied, | |
| "impeccable taste, such an unfortunate age." | |
| Getting this far took a long time. | |
| A car stolen properly, passport to poverty | |
| ...i applied | |
| Bride-to-be... | |
| For my benefit, marry me. | |
| Help me fill out my forms, | |
| Through the winter we'll stay warm. | |
| We'll claim the unclaimed | |
| And patiently pay for it | |
| Yearly with our lives, | |
| Dearly with our lives...bride-to-be. | |
| Bury us, with shovel and bible fuss. | |
| Like the book that we've strummed, | |
| We're dog-eared and well-thumbed. | |
| We don't fold the pages, | |
| We know where our place is. | |
| A tree for a headstone, | |
| Roots grow through our bones. |
| zuo ci : Trash Can Sinatras | |
| I applied... | |
| And eventually they replied, | |
| " impeccable taste, such an unfortunate age." | |
| Getting this far took a long time. | |
| A car stolen properly, passport to poverty | |
| ... i applied | |
| Bridetobe... | |
| For my benefit, marry me. | |
| Help me fill out my forms, | |
| Through the winter we' ll stay warm. | |
| We' ll claim the unclaimed | |
| And patiently pay for it | |
| Yearly with our lives, | |
| Dearly with our lives... bridetobe. | |
| Bury us, with shovel and bible fuss. | |
| Like the book that we' ve strummed, | |
| We' re dogeared and wellthumbed. | |
| We don' t fold the pages, | |
| We know where our place is. | |
| A tree for a headstone, | |
| Roots grow through our bones. |
| zuò cí : Trash Can Sinatras | |
| I applied... | |
| And eventually they replied, | |
| " impeccable taste, such an unfortunate age." | |
| Getting this far took a long time. | |
| A car stolen properly, passport to poverty | |
| ... i applied | |
| Bridetobe... | |
| For my benefit, marry me. | |
| Help me fill out my forms, | |
| Through the winter we' ll stay warm. | |
| We' ll claim the unclaimed | |
| And patiently pay for it | |
| Yearly with our lives, | |
| Dearly with our lives... bridetobe. | |
| Bury us, with shovel and bible fuss. | |
| Like the book that we' ve strummed, | |
| We' re dogeared and wellthumbed. | |
| We don' t fold the pages, | |
| We know where our place is. | |
| A tree for a headstone, | |
| Roots grow through our bones. |
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