| Song | Glimpse Into Hell |
| Artist | Melissa McClelland |
| Album | Stranded In Suburbia |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : McClelland | |
| There's a place in the back of the stall | |
| Where the plaster's so thin there's a crack in the wall | |
| And if you bend to the ground | |
| And squint really well | |
| They say that you're bound to catch a glimpse into hell | |
| As the smoke clears away for the view | |
| All the people are waiting lined up in the pew | |
| And the sermon begins | |
| And he's gritting his teeth | |
| 'Cause the music's kicked in with a pulsating beat | |
| Good folks and sad blokes | |
| Sunday afternoon | |
| Hymn notes and cheap pokes | |
| In the back of the dark empty room | |
| There's a sickening smell to this room | |
| Of whiskey stained breath and the cheapest perfume | |
| There's a girl in her bra | |
| And sex in your pants | |
| And she's sucking a straw as she begs you to dance | |
| Downtown and down low | |
| Sunday afternoon | |
| Highlights and high hopes | |
| An old rusty cross on the roof | |
| They come to this place to abide | |
| Shuffling to each side | |
| The better extreme | |
| A flash and the wink of an eye | |
| A 'Hail Mary' and sigh | |
| An angel's bad dream | |
| There's a place in the back of the stall | |
| Where the plaster's so thin there's a crack in the wall | |
| And if you bend to the ground and squint really well | |
| They say that you're bound to catch a glimpse into hell |
| zuo qu : McClelland | |
| There' s a place in the back of the stall | |
| Where the plaster' s so thin there' s a crack in the wall | |
| And if you bend to the ground | |
| And squint really well | |
| They say that you' re bound to catch a glimpse into hell | |
| As the smoke clears away for the view | |
| All the people are waiting lined up in the pew | |
| And the sermon begins | |
| And he' s gritting his teeth | |
| ' Cause the music' s kicked in with a pulsating beat | |
| Good folks and sad blokes | |
| Sunday afternoon | |
| Hymn notes and cheap pokes | |
| In the back of the dark empty room | |
| There' s a sickening smell to this room | |
| Of whiskey stained breath and the cheapest perfume | |
| There' s a girl in her bra | |
| And sex in your pants | |
| And she' s sucking a straw as she begs you to dance | |
| Downtown and down low | |
| Sunday afternoon | |
| Highlights and high hopes | |
| An old rusty cross on the roof | |
| They come to this place to abide | |
| Shuffling to each side | |
| The better extreme | |
| A flash and the wink of an eye | |
| A ' Hail Mary' and sigh | |
| An angel' s bad dream | |
| There' s a place in the back of the stall | |
| Where the plaster' s so thin there' s a crack in the wall | |
| And if you bend to the ground and squint really well | |
| They say that you' re bound to catch a glimpse into hell |
| zuò qǔ : McClelland | |
| There' s a place in the back of the stall | |
| Where the plaster' s so thin there' s a crack in the wall | |
| And if you bend to the ground | |
| And squint really well | |
| They say that you' re bound to catch a glimpse into hell | |
| As the smoke clears away for the view | |
| All the people are waiting lined up in the pew | |
| And the sermon begins | |
| And he' s gritting his teeth | |
| ' Cause the music' s kicked in with a pulsating beat | |
| Good folks and sad blokes | |
| Sunday afternoon | |
| Hymn notes and cheap pokes | |
| In the back of the dark empty room | |
| There' s a sickening smell to this room | |
| Of whiskey stained breath and the cheapest perfume | |
| There' s a girl in her bra | |
| And sex in your pants | |
| And she' s sucking a straw as she begs you to dance | |
| Downtown and down low | |
| Sunday afternoon | |
| Highlights and high hopes | |
| An old rusty cross on the roof | |
| They come to this place to abide | |
| Shuffling to each side | |
| The better extreme | |
| A flash and the wink of an eye | |
| A ' Hail Mary' and sigh | |
| An angel' s bad dream | |
| There' s a place in the back of the stall | |
| Where the plaster' s so thin there' s a crack in the wall | |
| And if you bend to the ground and squint really well | |
| They say that you' re bound to catch a glimpse into hell |