| Song | The Ballad of the Sin Eater |
| Artist | Ted Leo and the Pharmacists |
| Album | Hearts of Oak |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Leo | |
| When you run, digger, runner, listener, thief | |
| You carry it all with you | |
| Today I woke up uncertain | |
| And you know that gives me the fits | |
| So I left this land of fungible convictions | |
| Because it seemed like the pits | |
| When I say convictions | |
| I mean it's something to abjure | |
| And when I say uncertain | |
| I mean to doubt I'll not turn out a caricature | |
| So I set off in search of my forebears | |
| 'Cause my forbearance was in need | |
| But the only job I could get in dear old Blighty | |
| Was working on the railway between Selby and Leeds | |
| So I took a ferry to Belfast | |
| Where I had cause to think | |
| They wanted none of my armchair convictions | |
| But nobody seemed to mind when I was putting on the drinks | |
| You didn't think they could hate you, now did you? | |
| You didn't think they could hate you, now did you? | |
| You didn't think they could hate you, now did you? | |
| Ah, but they hate you, they hate you 'cause you're guilty | |
| So I stayed out all night in Ibixa | |
| By way of San Sebastian | |
| Where they said "yankee, you better watch what you're saying | |
| Unless you're saying it in Basque or in Catalan" | |
| So all the way east to Novi-Sad | |
| Nary a bridge was to be seen | |
| But mother Russia, she laid her pontoons on down | |
| So I crossed over, if you know what I mean | |
| Then on the road to Damascus | |
| Yes, the scales, they fell from my eyes | |
| And the simplest lesson I learned at the mount of olives | |
| That everybody lies | |
| And the French foreign legion | |
| You know they did their best | |
| But I never believed in T.E. Lawrence | |
| So how the hell could I believe in Beau Gest? | |
| You didn't think they could hate you, now did you? | |
| You didn't think they could hate you, now did you? | |
| You didn't think they could hate you, now did you? | |
| Ah, but they hate you, make no mistake, they hate you | |
| So I spent a night in Kigali | |
| In a five diamond hotel | |
| Where maybe someday they'll to the watusi | |
| On down in Hutu hell | |
| I fell in with a merchant marine | |
| Who promised to take me home | |
| But when I woke up all beaten and bloodied | |
| I couldn't tell if it was Jersey or Sierra Leone | |
| You didn't think they could hate you, now did you? | |
| You didn't think they could hate you, now did you? | |
| You didn't think they could hate you, now did you? | |
| Ah, but they hate you, they hate you 'cause you're guilty | |
| So, you didn't think they could hate you, now did you? | |
| You didn't think they could hate you, now did you? | |
| You didn't think they could hate you, now would you? | |
| Ah, but they hate you, make no mistake, they hate you | |
| And the knocking in my head | |
| Just like the knocking at my door | |
| And maybe it was me or maybe it was my brother | |
| But either me or me and him went down to the bar | |
| Where I got seven powers in me | |
| For to give me the cure | |
| When seven powers failed to spin me | |
| I had to get me seven more | |
| And when I say me | |
| I mean my brain | |
| And when I say give me the cure | |
| I mean to kill the pain | |
| And when I say kill the pain | |
| I mean to get the devil out | |
| And when I say devil | |
| I mean the manifestation of doubt | |
| You didn't think they could hate you, now did you? | |
| You didn't think they could hate you, now did you? | |
| You didn't think they could hate you, now did you? | |
| Ah, but they hate you, they hate you 'cause you're guilty | |
| So, you didn't think they could hate you, now did you? | |
| You didn't think they could hate you, now did you? | |
| You didn't think they could hate you, now would you? | |
| Ah, but they hate you, make no mistake, they hate you |
| zuo qu : Leo | |
| When you run, digger, runner, listener, thief | |
| You carry it all with you | |
| Today I woke up uncertain | |
| And you know that gives me the fits | |
| So I left this land of fungible convictions | |
| Because it seemed like the pits | |
| When I say convictions | |
| I mean it' s something to abjure | |
| And when I say uncertain | |
| I mean to doubt I' ll not turn out a caricature | |
| So I set off in search of my forebears | |
| ' Cause my forbearance was in need | |
| But the only job I could get in dear old Blighty | |
| Was working on the railway between Selby and Leeds | |
| So I took a ferry to Belfast | |
| Where I had cause to think | |
| They wanted none of my armchair convictions | |
| But nobody seemed to mind when I was putting on the drinks | |
| You didn' t think they could hate you, now did you? | |
| You didn' t think they could hate you, now did you? | |
| You didn' t think they could hate you, now did you? | |
| Ah, but they hate you, they hate you ' cause you' re guilty | |
| So I stayed out all night in Ibixa | |
| By way of San Sebastian | |
| Where they said " yankee, you better watch what you' re saying | |
| Unless you' re saying it in Basque or in Catalan" | |
| So all the way east to NoviSad | |
| Nary a bridge was to be seen | |
| But mother Russia, she laid her pontoons on down | |
| So I crossed over, if you know what I mean | |
| Then on the road to Damascus | |
| Yes, the scales, they fell from my eyes | |
| And the simplest lesson I learned at the mount of olives | |
| That everybody lies | |
| And the French foreign legion | |
| You know they did their best | |
| But I never believed in T. E. Lawrence | |
| So how the hell could I believe in Beau Gest? | |
| You didn' t think they could hate you, now did you? | |
| You didn' t think they could hate you, now did you? | |
| You didn' t think they could hate you, now did you? | |
| Ah, but they hate you, make no mistake, they hate you | |
| So I spent a night in Kigali | |
| In a five diamond hotel | |
| Where maybe someday they' ll to the watusi | |
| On down in Hutu hell | |
| I fell in with a merchant marine | |
| Who promised to take me home | |
| But when I woke up all beaten and bloodied | |
| I couldn' t tell if it was Jersey or Sierra Leone | |
| You didn' t think they could hate you, now did you? | |
| You didn' t think they could hate you, now did you? | |
| You didn' t think they could hate you, now did you? | |
| Ah, but they hate you, they hate you ' cause you' re guilty | |
| So, you didn' t think they could hate you, now did you? | |
| You didn' t think they could hate you, now did you? | |
| You didn' t think they could hate you, now would you? | |
| Ah, but they hate you, make no mistake, they hate you | |
| And the knocking in my head | |
| Just like the knocking at my door | |
| And maybe it was me or maybe it was my brother | |
| But either me or me and him went down to the bar | |
| Where I got seven powers in me | |
| For to give me the cure | |
| When seven powers failed to spin me | |
| I had to get me seven more | |
| And when I say me | |
| I mean my brain | |
| And when I say give me the cure | |
| I mean to kill the pain | |
| And when I say kill the pain | |
| I mean to get the devil out | |
| And when I say devil | |
| I mean the manifestation of doubt | |
| You didn' t think they could hate you, now did you? | |
| You didn' t think they could hate you, now did you? | |
| You didn' t think they could hate you, now did you? | |
| Ah, but they hate you, they hate you ' cause you' re guilty | |
| So, you didn' t think they could hate you, now did you? | |
| You didn' t think they could hate you, now did you? | |
| You didn' t think they could hate you, now would you? | |
| Ah, but they hate you, make no mistake, they hate you |
| zuò qǔ : Leo | |
| When you run, digger, runner, listener, thief | |
| You carry it all with you | |
| Today I woke up uncertain | |
| And you know that gives me the fits | |
| So I left this land of fungible convictions | |
| Because it seemed like the pits | |
| When I say convictions | |
| I mean it' s something to abjure | |
| And when I say uncertain | |
| I mean to doubt I' ll not turn out a caricature | |
| So I set off in search of my forebears | |
| ' Cause my forbearance was in need | |
| But the only job I could get in dear old Blighty | |
| Was working on the railway between Selby and Leeds | |
| So I took a ferry to Belfast | |
| Where I had cause to think | |
| They wanted none of my armchair convictions | |
| But nobody seemed to mind when I was putting on the drinks | |
| You didn' t think they could hate you, now did you? | |
| You didn' t think they could hate you, now did you? | |
| You didn' t think they could hate you, now did you? | |
| Ah, but they hate you, they hate you ' cause you' re guilty | |
| So I stayed out all night in Ibixa | |
| By way of San Sebastian | |
| Where they said " yankee, you better watch what you' re saying | |
| Unless you' re saying it in Basque or in Catalan" | |
| So all the way east to NoviSad | |
| Nary a bridge was to be seen | |
| But mother Russia, she laid her pontoons on down | |
| So I crossed over, if you know what I mean | |
| Then on the road to Damascus | |
| Yes, the scales, they fell from my eyes | |
| And the simplest lesson I learned at the mount of olives | |
| That everybody lies | |
| And the French foreign legion | |
| You know they did their best | |
| But I never believed in T. E. Lawrence | |
| So how the hell could I believe in Beau Gest? | |
| You didn' t think they could hate you, now did you? | |
| You didn' t think they could hate you, now did you? | |
| You didn' t think they could hate you, now did you? | |
| Ah, but they hate you, make no mistake, they hate you | |
| So I spent a night in Kigali | |
| In a five diamond hotel | |
| Where maybe someday they' ll to the watusi | |
| On down in Hutu hell | |
| I fell in with a merchant marine | |
| Who promised to take me home | |
| But when I woke up all beaten and bloodied | |
| I couldn' t tell if it was Jersey or Sierra Leone | |
| You didn' t think they could hate you, now did you? | |
| You didn' t think they could hate you, now did you? | |
| You didn' t think they could hate you, now did you? | |
| Ah, but they hate you, they hate you ' cause you' re guilty | |
| So, you didn' t think they could hate you, now did you? | |
| You didn' t think they could hate you, now did you? | |
| You didn' t think they could hate you, now would you? | |
| Ah, but they hate you, make no mistake, they hate you | |
| And the knocking in my head | |
| Just like the knocking at my door | |
| And maybe it was me or maybe it was my brother | |
| But either me or me and him went down to the bar | |
| Where I got seven powers in me | |
| For to give me the cure | |
| When seven powers failed to spin me | |
| I had to get me seven more | |
| And when I say me | |
| I mean my brain | |
| And when I say give me the cure | |
| I mean to kill the pain | |
| And when I say kill the pain | |
| I mean to get the devil out | |
| And when I say devil | |
| I mean the manifestation of doubt | |
| You didn' t think they could hate you, now did you? | |
| You didn' t think they could hate you, now did you? | |
| You didn' t think they could hate you, now did you? | |
| Ah, but they hate you, they hate you ' cause you' re guilty | |
| So, you didn' t think they could hate you, now did you? | |
| You didn' t think they could hate you, now did you? | |
| You didn' t think they could hate you, now would you? | |
| Ah, but they hate you, make no mistake, they hate you |