The Trapper and the Furrier Lyrics
| Song | The Trapper and the Furrier |
| Artist | Regina Spektor |
| Album | Remember Us to Life |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Regina Spektor | |
| 作曲 : Regina Spektor | |
| The trapper and the furrier went walking through paradise | |
| And all the animals lay clawless and toothless before them | |
| And all the mother's stepped away from their babies | |
| Leaving them open and easy to handle | |
| The trapper and the furrier went walking through paradise | |
| They took some for now and they got some for later | |
| And they marveled at the pelts, not a bullet hole in them | |
| And they filled up the cages with pets for their children | |
| What a strange, strange world we live in | |
| Where the good are damned and the wicked forgiven | |
| What a strange, strange world we live in | |
| Those who don't have lose, those who got get given | |
| More, more, more, more | |
| The owner and the manager went walking through paradise | |
| And all the shelves were filled with awards and achievements | |
| And on every corner, a power presentation | |
| And on every floor, an army of workers | |
| The owner and the manager went walking through paradise | |
| And all their charts showed so much promise and progress | |
| No sick days, no snow days, no unions, no taxes | |
| And they wandered towards home, kings of their castles | |
| What a strange, strange world we live in | |
| Where the good are damned and the wicked forgiven | |
| What a strange, strange world we live in | |
| Those who don't have lose, those who got get given | |
| More, more, more, more | |
| The lawyer and the pharmacist went walking through paradise | |
| And all the sick were around and with fevers unbreaking | |
| Crying and bleeding and coughing and shaking | |
| And arms out stretched, prescription collecting | |
| The lawyer and the pharmacist went walking through paradise | |
| Pressed suits in a courtroom, aroma of chloroform | |
| And they smiled at the judge, disposition so sunny | |
| Cause they didn't have the cure but sure needed the money | |
| What a strange, strange world we live in | |
| Where the good are damned and the wicked forgiven | |
| What a strange, strange world we live in | |
| Those who don't have lose, those who got get given | |
| More, more, more, more | |
| More, more, more, more | |
| More, more, more, more | |
| More, more, more, more | |
| More, more, more, more |
| zuo ci : Regina Spektor | |
| zuo qu : Regina Spektor | |
| The trapper and the furrier went walking through paradise | |
| And all the animals lay clawless and toothless before them | |
| And all the mother' s stepped away from their babies | |
| Leaving them open and easy to handle | |
| The trapper and the furrier went walking through paradise | |
| They took some for now and they got some for later | |
| And they marveled at the pelts, not a bullet hole in them | |
| And they filled up the cages with pets for their children | |
| What a strange, strange world we live in | |
| Where the good are damned and the wicked forgiven | |
| What a strange, strange world we live in | |
| Those who don' t have lose, those who got get given | |
| More, more, more, more | |
| The owner and the manager went walking through paradise | |
| And all the shelves were filled with awards and achievements | |
| And on every corner, a power presentation | |
| And on every floor, an army of workers | |
| The owner and the manager went walking through paradise | |
| And all their charts showed so much promise and progress | |
| No sick days, no snow days, no unions, no taxes | |
| And they wandered towards home, kings of their castles | |
| What a strange, strange world we live in | |
| Where the good are damned and the wicked forgiven | |
| What a strange, strange world we live in | |
| Those who don' t have lose, those who got get given | |
| More, more, more, more | |
| The lawyer and the pharmacist went walking through paradise | |
| And all the sick were around and with fevers unbreaking | |
| Crying and bleeding and coughing and shaking | |
| And arms out stretched, prescription collecting | |
| The lawyer and the pharmacist went walking through paradise | |
| Pressed suits in a courtroom, aroma of chloroform | |
| And they smiled at the judge, disposition so sunny | |
| Cause they didn' t have the cure but sure needed the money | |
| What a strange, strange world we live in | |
| Where the good are damned and the wicked forgiven | |
| What a strange, strange world we live in | |
| Those who don' t have lose, those who got get given | |
| More, more, more, more | |
| More, more, more, more | |
| More, more, more, more | |
| More, more, more, more | |
| More, more, more, more |
| zuò cí : Regina Spektor | |
| zuò qǔ : Regina Spektor | |
| The trapper and the furrier went walking through paradise | |
| And all the animals lay clawless and toothless before them | |
| And all the mother' s stepped away from their babies | |
| Leaving them open and easy to handle | |
| The trapper and the furrier went walking through paradise | |
| They took some for now and they got some for later | |
| And they marveled at the pelts, not a bullet hole in them | |
| And they filled up the cages with pets for their children | |
| What a strange, strange world we live in | |
| Where the good are damned and the wicked forgiven | |
| What a strange, strange world we live in | |
| Those who don' t have lose, those who got get given | |
| More, more, more, more | |
| The owner and the manager went walking through paradise | |
| And all the shelves were filled with awards and achievements | |
| And on every corner, a power presentation | |
| And on every floor, an army of workers | |
| The owner and the manager went walking through paradise | |
| And all their charts showed so much promise and progress | |
| No sick days, no snow days, no unions, no taxes | |
| And they wandered towards home, kings of their castles | |
| What a strange, strange world we live in | |
| Where the good are damned and the wicked forgiven | |
| What a strange, strange world we live in | |
| Those who don' t have lose, those who got get given | |
| More, more, more, more | |
| The lawyer and the pharmacist went walking through paradise | |
| And all the sick were around and with fevers unbreaking | |
| Crying and bleeding and coughing and shaking | |
| And arms out stretched, prescription collecting | |
| The lawyer and the pharmacist went walking through paradise | |
| Pressed suits in a courtroom, aroma of chloroform | |
| And they smiled at the judge, disposition so sunny | |
| Cause they didn' t have the cure but sure needed the money | |
| What a strange, strange world we live in | |
| Where the good are damned and the wicked forgiven | |
| What a strange, strange world we live in | |
| Those who don' t have lose, those who got get given | |
| More, more, more, more | |
| More, more, more, more | |
| More, more, more, more | |
| More, more, more, more | |
| More, more, more, more |
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