| Song | Tuesday's Dead |
| Artist | Cat Stevens |
| Album | Teaser And The Firecat |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Cat Stevens | |
| 作词 : Stevens | |
| If I make a mark in time, | |
| I can't say the mark is mine. | |
| I'm only the underline of the word. | |
| Yes, I'm like him, just like you, | |
| I can't tell you what to do. | |
| Like everybody else | |
| I'm searching thru what | |
| I've heard. | |
| Whoa, Where do you go? | |
| When you don't want no one to know? | |
| Who told tomorrow | |
| Tuesday's dead | |
| Oh preacher won't you paint my dream, won't you show me where you've been | |
| Show me what | |
| I haven't seen to ease my mind. | |
| Cause I will learn to understand, if | |
| I have a helping hand. | |
| I wouldn't make another demand all my life. | |
| Whoa, Where do you go? | |
| When you don't want no one to know? | |
| Who told tomorrow | |
| Tuesday's dead | |
| What's my sex, what's my name, all in all it's all the same. | |
| Everybody plays a different game, that is all. | |
| Now, man may live, man may die searching for the question why. | |
| But if he tries to rule the sky he must fall. | |
| Whoa, Where do you go? | |
| When you don't want no one to know? | |
| Who told tomorrow | |
| Tuesday's dead | |
| Now every second on the nose, the humdrum of the city grows. | |
| Reaching out beyond the throes of our time. | |
| We must try to shake it down. | |
| Do our best to break the ground. | |
| Try to turn the world around one more time. | |
| Yeah, we must try to shake it down do our best to break the ground | |
| Try to turn the world around one more time | |
| Whoa, Where do you go? | |
| When you don't want no one to know? | |
| Who told tomorrow | |
| Tuesday's dead |
| zuo qu : Cat Stevens | |
| zuo ci : Stevens | |
| If I make a mark in time, | |
| I can' t say the mark is mine. | |
| I' m only the underline of the word. | |
| Yes, I' m like him, just like you, | |
| I can' t tell you what to do. | |
| Like everybody else | |
| I' m searching thru what | |
| I' ve heard. | |
| Whoa, Where do you go? | |
| When you don' t want no one to know? | |
| Who told tomorrow | |
| Tuesday' s dead | |
| Oh preacher won' t you paint my dream, won' t you show me where you' ve been | |
| Show me what | |
| I haven' t seen to ease my mind. | |
| Cause I will learn to understand, if | |
| I have a helping hand. | |
| I wouldn' t make another demand all my life. | |
| Whoa, Where do you go? | |
| When you don' t want no one to know? | |
| Who told tomorrow | |
| Tuesday' s dead | |
| What' s my sex, what' s my name, all in all it' s all the same. | |
| Everybody plays a different game, that is all. | |
| Now, man may live, man may die searching for the question why. | |
| But if he tries to rule the sky he must fall. | |
| Whoa, Where do you go? | |
| When you don' t want no one to know? | |
| Who told tomorrow | |
| Tuesday' s dead | |
| Now every second on the nose, the humdrum of the city grows. | |
| Reaching out beyond the throes of our time. | |
| We must try to shake it down. | |
| Do our best to break the ground. | |
| Try to turn the world around one more time. | |
| Yeah, we must try to shake it down do our best to break the ground | |
| Try to turn the world around one more time | |
| Whoa, Where do you go? | |
| When you don' t want no one to know? | |
| Who told tomorrow | |
| Tuesday' s dead |
| zuò qǔ : Cat Stevens | |
| zuò cí : Stevens | |
| If I make a mark in time, | |
| I can' t say the mark is mine. | |
| I' m only the underline of the word. | |
| Yes, I' m like him, just like you, | |
| I can' t tell you what to do. | |
| Like everybody else | |
| I' m searching thru what | |
| I' ve heard. | |
| Whoa, Where do you go? | |
| When you don' t want no one to know? | |
| Who told tomorrow | |
| Tuesday' s dead | |
| Oh preacher won' t you paint my dream, won' t you show me where you' ve been | |
| Show me what | |
| I haven' t seen to ease my mind. | |
| Cause I will learn to understand, if | |
| I have a helping hand. | |
| I wouldn' t make another demand all my life. | |
| Whoa, Where do you go? | |
| When you don' t want no one to know? | |
| Who told tomorrow | |
| Tuesday' s dead | |
| What' s my sex, what' s my name, all in all it' s all the same. | |
| Everybody plays a different game, that is all. | |
| Now, man may live, man may die searching for the question why. | |
| But if he tries to rule the sky he must fall. | |
| Whoa, Where do you go? | |
| When you don' t want no one to know? | |
| Who told tomorrow | |
| Tuesday' s dead | |
| Now every second on the nose, the humdrum of the city grows. | |
| Reaching out beyond the throes of our time. | |
| We must try to shake it down. | |
| Do our best to break the ground. | |
| Try to turn the world around one more time. | |
| Yeah, we must try to shake it down do our best to break the ground | |
| Try to turn the world around one more time | |
| Whoa, Where do you go? | |
| When you don' t want no one to know? | |
| Who told tomorrow | |
| Tuesday' s dead |