| Song | Misery Goats |
| Artist | Pere Ubu |
| Album | Apocalypse Now [live] |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Krauss, Maimone, Ravenstine ... | |
| Don't fret now. | |
| Don't be so tired. | |
| No mope, mope, mope-a-dope! | |
| No, it's not as bad as all of that. | |
| Don't be no misery goat! "How are ya?" "How are ya?" "How are ya?" | |
| I could cry. | |
| I could just cry. | |
| Oh, the tears fall down. (I've got one bright hope.) (I've got one ride home.) | |
| I sang three songs and marched around, | |
| Marched around, | |
| Marched around. | |
| I sang three songs and marched around. | |
| Looka here. | |
| Here comes the poetry! "I'm a cave with the wind inside." "I'm a shell with the sound of the surf inside!" | |
| What! What's the point, hunh? | |
| Don't be no misery goat! (I've got one bright hope.) (I've got one ride home.) |
| zuo ci : Krauss, Maimone, Ravenstine ... | |
| Don' t fret now. | |
| Don' t be so tired. | |
| No mope, mope, mopeadope! | |
| No, it' s not as bad as all of that. | |
| Don' t be no misery goat! " How are ya?" " How are ya?" " How are ya?" | |
| I could cry. | |
| I could just cry. | |
| Oh, the tears fall down. I' ve got one bright hope. I' ve got one ride home. | |
| I sang three songs and marched around, | |
| Marched around, | |
| Marched around. | |
| I sang three songs and marched around. | |
| Looka here. | |
| Here comes the poetry! " I' m a cave with the wind inside." " I' m a shell with the sound of the surf inside!" | |
| What! What' s the point, hunh? | |
| Don' t be no misery goat! I' ve got one bright hope. I' ve got one ride home. |
| zuò cí : Krauss, Maimone, Ravenstine ... | |
| Don' t fret now. | |
| Don' t be so tired. | |
| No mope, mope, mopeadope! | |
| No, it' s not as bad as all of that. | |
| Don' t be no misery goat! " How are ya?" " How are ya?" " How are ya?" | |
| I could cry. | |
| I could just cry. | |
| Oh, the tears fall down. I' ve got one bright hope. I' ve got one ride home. | |
| I sang three songs and marched around, | |
| Marched around, | |
| Marched around. | |
| I sang three songs and marched around. | |
| Looka here. | |
| Here comes the poetry! " I' m a cave with the wind inside." " I' m a shell with the sound of the surf inside!" | |
| What! What' s the point, hunh? | |
| Don' t be no misery goat! I' ve got one bright hope. I' ve got one ride home. |