Somewhere Down the Barrel

Song	Somewhere Down the Barrel
Artist	The Dissociatives
Album	The Dissociatives

Lyrics

	作曲 : Johns, Mac
	© Daniel Johns/
	Paul Mac S
	OMEWHERE F
	ROM THE MO
	RTAR THEY
	SAVED YOU
	FROM FAR A
	WAY LABELS
	ETERNITY M
	EANS NOTHI
	NG BUT A S
	IGN ON A B
	RIDGE WHEN
	EVERYONE’S
	A STRANGER
	THEY CALL
	FOR YOU BY
	YOUR FIRST
	NAME AND L
	AUGH AT JO
	KES YOU ON
	CE MADE WH
	EN YOU WER
	E A KID SO
	MEWHERE DO
	WN THE BAR
	REL LIES A
	BULLET THA
	T I CAN’T
	KEEP AND I
	N THESE WA
	TERS I’M W
	ADING FOR
	A REASON A
	FTER ALL,
	IT’S IN MY
	HEAD I’M N
	OT A SLAVE
	TO A DESPE
	RATE LUST
	AND IN THE
	SE WATERS
	I’M WAITIN
	G FOR A RE
	ASON AFTER
	ALL… SCREA
	MING LIMIT
	ATIONS FAL
	L SILENT O
	N NEW YORK
	CORNERS A
	TERRORIST’
	S A PRISON
	ER, AND A
	TOURIST A
	THIEF WHEN
	PAINTINGS
	SEEM LIKE
	BARGAINS B
	UT THEY’RE
	NOTHING BU
	T WALLPAPE
	R I’M PLAG
	UED BY SMA
	LL TOWN FA
	SCISTS LIK
	E A RASH O
	N MY SKIN
	SOMEWHERE
	DOWN THE B
	ARREL LIES
	A BULLET T
	HAT I CAN’
	T KEEP AND
	I’VE BEEN
	SEARCHING
	FOR SOMETH
	ING MORE T
	HAN DISTAN
	CE AFTER A
	LL, IT’S I
	N MY HEAD
	I’M NOT A
	SLAVE TO A
	N UNBORN T
	RUST AND I
	N THESE WA
	TERS I’M W
	AITING FOR
	A REASON A
	FTER ALL….
	AFTER ALL….
	AFTER ALL…
	NAH NAH NA
	H NAH NAH……………

Pinyin

	zuò qǔ : Johns, Mac
	Daniel Johns
	Paul Mac S
	OMEWHERE F
	ROM THE MO
	RTAR THEY
	SAVED YOU
	FROM FAR A
	WAY LABELS
	ETERNITY M
	EANS NOTHI
	NG BUT A S
	IGN ON A B
	RIDGE WHEN
	EVERYONE' S
	A STRANGER
	THEY CALL
	FOR YOU BY
	YOUR FIRST
	NAME AND L
	AUGH AT JO
	KES YOU ON
	CE MADE WH
	EN YOU WER
	E A KID SO
	MEWHERE DO
	WN THE BAR
	REL LIES A
	BULLET THA
	T I CAN' T
	KEEP AND I
	N THESE WA
	TERS I' M W
	ADING FOR
	A REASON A
	FTER ALL,
	IT' S IN MY
	HEAD I' M N
	OT A SLAVE
	TO A DESPE
	RATE LUST
	AND IN THE
	SE WATERS
	I' M WAITIN
	G FOR A RE
	ASON AFTER
	ALL SCREA
	MING LIMIT
	ATIONS FAL
	L SILENT O
	N NEW YORK
	CORNERS A
	TERRORIST'
	S A PRISON
	ER, AND A
	TOURIST A
	THIEF WHEN
	PAINTINGS
	SEEM LIKE
	BARGAINS B
	UT THEY' RE
	NOTHING BU
	T WALLPAPE
	R I' M PLAG
	UED BY SMA
	LL TOWN FA
	SCISTS LIK
	E A RASH O
	N MY SKIN
	SOMEWHERE
	DOWN THE B
	ARREL LIES
	A BULLET T
	HAT I CAN'
	T KEEP AND
	I' VE BEEN
	SEARCHING
	FOR SOMETH
	ING MORE T
	HAN DISTAN
	CE AFTER A
	LL, IT' S I
	N MY HEAD
	I' M NOT A
	SLAVE TO A
	N UNBORN T
	RUST AND I
	N THESE WA
	TERS I' M W
	AITING FOR
	A REASON A
	FTER ALL.
	AFTER ALL.
	AFTER ALL
	NAH NAH NA
	H NAH NAH