| Song | Make Yourself at Home |
| Artist | The Trash Can Sinatras |
| Album | A Happy Pocket |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Trash Can Sinatras | |
| I shudder away | |
| From london, | |
| It's a nightmare | |
| Coming home. | |
| If money talks, | |
| I've pursed lips, | |
| And i've left | |
| My tongue at home | |
| Past beechams' | |
| Headache-free factory, | |
| It's smoking too, | |
| And i'm pondering | |
| Which science | |
| I'll leave my body to. | |
| There's no reincarnation | |
| You're only human once | |
| So make yourself at home | |
| An un-sober hippy | |
| Lying naked on his back, | |
| Says he plays | |
| For cardboard city | |
| Not out of spite | |
| But because of the fact that | |
| People paper over cracks | |
| In sunny retreats until | |
| Their heart attacks them. | |
| There's no reincarnation | |
| You're only human once | |
| So make yourself at home | |
| I don't care | |
| For the big world out there, | |
| Keep me away | |
| From the window. | |
| It's a small world | |
| Wherever we go, | |
| So make yourself at home. |
| zuo ci : Trash Can Sinatras | |
| I shudder away | |
| From london, | |
| It' s a nightmare | |
| Coming home. | |
| If money talks, | |
| I' ve pursed lips, | |
| And i' ve left | |
| My tongue at home | |
| Past beechams' | |
| Headachefree factory, | |
| It' s smoking too, | |
| And i' m pondering | |
| Which science | |
| I' ll leave my body to. | |
| There' s no reincarnation | |
| You' re only human once | |
| So make yourself at home | |
| An unsober hippy | |
| Lying naked on his back, | |
| Says he plays | |
| For cardboard city | |
| Not out of spite | |
| But because of the fact that | |
| People paper over cracks | |
| In sunny retreats until | |
| Their heart attacks them. | |
| There' s no reincarnation | |
| You' re only human once | |
| So make yourself at home | |
| I don' t care | |
| For the big world out there, | |
| Keep me away | |
| From the window. | |
| It' s a small world | |
| Wherever we go, | |
| So make yourself at home. |
| zuò cí : Trash Can Sinatras | |
| I shudder away | |
| From london, | |
| It' s a nightmare | |
| Coming home. | |
| If money talks, | |
| I' ve pursed lips, | |
| And i' ve left | |
| My tongue at home | |
| Past beechams' | |
| Headachefree factory, | |
| It' s smoking too, | |
| And i' m pondering | |
| Which science | |
| I' ll leave my body to. | |
| There' s no reincarnation | |
| You' re only human once | |
| So make yourself at home | |
| An unsober hippy | |
| Lying naked on his back, | |
| Says he plays | |
| For cardboard city | |
| Not out of spite | |
| But because of the fact that | |
| People paper over cracks | |
| In sunny retreats until | |
| Their heart attacks them. | |
| There' s no reincarnation | |
| You' re only human once | |
| So make yourself at home | |
| I don' t care | |
| For the big world out there, | |
| Keep me away | |
| From the window. | |
| It' s a small world | |
| Wherever we go, | |
| So make yourself at home. |