They're All Out of Liquor, Let's Find Another Party Lyrics
| Song | They're All Out of Liquor, Let's Find Another Party |
| Artist | The Waitresses |
| Album | Bruiseology |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Butler, Waitresses | |
| Now do you get it! It's them, not you... | |
| So don't feel so funny | |
| Live for risks, they don't... | |
| There's no fight in them, no spit and fire | |
| Nothing gets them angry | |
| Oh come on, let's go shake the world | |
| Be thrilled by the thought | |
| That it's wild out there | |
| Even if it's really not that great | |
| Getting married? Making babies? | |
| But you haven't been to Paris | |
| The object of the game is to leave town | |
| I want you to be so happy | |
| You will bug them with your presence | |
| They'll say you're wrong, you have no style | |
| I want you to be lean and hungry | |
| Slum geniuses kicking limos | |
| Walking by yourself down Razor Street | |
| I want you to know people who laugh too loud | |
| And have to get drunk to find the right words | |
| And can't sleep 'til the colors are just right | |
| I want you to talk back, be out of line, be peculiar If you don't know your plans, so what? | |
| You should show up at their parties | |
| Frankly state their music's lousy | |
| Their art is stupid, don't be cool | |
| Do mind bottled dressing | |
| Object to instant coffee | |
| And go to movies all alone | |
| look someone in the eyes and say you'll satisfy them, Though you both know the way love is, that's a lie | |
| I want to see your fists in their searchlights | |
| Hear danger from their radio | |
| Take every chance you can to get revenge | |
| No pain killers, take it straight with a twist of anxiety "Patience" means "never" | |
| Don't shake hands,don't smile a lot, not much "please" And "thank you" | |
| Believe in "no", insist on "why" | |
| Want false hopes, expect magic | |
| Put your life on the line for something | |
| Bet on dreams, again and again | |
| Make a country that's fat and smart | |
| That doesn't love to screw its own | |
| And gives, instead of sucks the world dry |
| zuo ci : Butler, Waitresses | |
| Now do you get it! It' s them, not you... | |
| So don' t feel so funny | |
| Live for risks, they don' t... | |
| There' s no fight in them, no spit and fire | |
| Nothing gets them angry | |
| Oh come on, let' s go shake the world | |
| Be thrilled by the thought | |
| That it' s wild out there | |
| Even if it' s really not that great | |
| Getting married? Making babies? | |
| But you haven' t been to Paris | |
| The object of the game is to leave town | |
| I want you to be so happy | |
| You will bug them with your presence | |
| They' ll say you' re wrong, you have no style | |
| I want you to be lean and hungry | |
| Slum geniuses kicking limos | |
| Walking by yourself down Razor Street | |
| I want you to know people who laugh too loud | |
| And have to get drunk to find the right words | |
| And can' t sleep ' til the colors are just right | |
| I want you to talk back, be out of line, be peculiar If you don' t know your plans, so what? | |
| You should show up at their parties | |
| Frankly state their music' s lousy | |
| Their art is stupid, don' t be cool | |
| Do mind bottled dressing | |
| Object to instant coffee | |
| And go to movies all alone | |
| look someone in the eyes and say you' ll satisfy them, Though you both know the way love is, that' s a lie | |
| I want to see your fists in their searchlights | |
| Hear danger from their radio | |
| Take every chance you can to get revenge | |
| No pain killers, take it straight with a twist of anxiety " Patience" means " never" | |
| Don' t shake hands, don' t smile a lot, not much " please" And " thank you" | |
| Believe in " no", insist on " why" | |
| Want false hopes, expect magic | |
| Put your life on the line for something | |
| Bet on dreams, again and again | |
| Make a country that' s fat and smart | |
| That doesn' t love to screw its own | |
| And gives, instead of sucks the world dry |
| zuò cí : Butler, Waitresses | |
| Now do you get it! It' s them, not you... | |
| So don' t feel so funny | |
| Live for risks, they don' t... | |
| There' s no fight in them, no spit and fire | |
| Nothing gets them angry | |
| Oh come on, let' s go shake the world | |
| Be thrilled by the thought | |
| That it' s wild out there | |
| Even if it' s really not that great | |
| Getting married? Making babies? | |
| But you haven' t been to Paris | |
| The object of the game is to leave town | |
| I want you to be so happy | |
| You will bug them with your presence | |
| They' ll say you' re wrong, you have no style | |
| I want you to be lean and hungry | |
| Slum geniuses kicking limos | |
| Walking by yourself down Razor Street | |
| I want you to know people who laugh too loud | |
| And have to get drunk to find the right words | |
| And can' t sleep ' til the colors are just right | |
| I want you to talk back, be out of line, be peculiar If you don' t know your plans, so what? | |
| You should show up at their parties | |
| Frankly state their music' s lousy | |
| Their art is stupid, don' t be cool | |
| Do mind bottled dressing | |
| Object to instant coffee | |
| And go to movies all alone | |
| look someone in the eyes and say you' ll satisfy them, Though you both know the way love is, that' s a lie | |
| I want to see your fists in their searchlights | |
| Hear danger from their radio | |
| Take every chance you can to get revenge | |
| No pain killers, take it straight with a twist of anxiety " Patience" means " never" | |
| Don' t shake hands, don' t smile a lot, not much " please" And " thank you" | |
| Believe in " no", insist on " why" | |
| Want false hopes, expect magic | |
| Put your life on the line for something | |
| Bet on dreams, again and again | |
| Make a country that' s fat and smart | |
| That doesn' t love to screw its own | |
| And gives, instead of sucks the world dry |
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