| Song | Home Is Anywhere You Hang Your Head |
| Artist | Elvis Costello & the Attractions |
| Album | Blood And Chocolate |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : MacManus | |
| Here comes mr. misery | |
| He's tearing out his hair again | |
| He's crying over her again | |
| He's standing in the super-market shouting at the customers | |
| Here comes mr. misery | |
| He'll never be any good with a mouth full of gold and blood | |
| He's contemplating murder again | |
| He must be in love | |
| But you know she doesn't want | |
| But you can't seem to get it in your head | |
| Oh and you can't sleep at night | |
| And she haunts you when you go to bed | |
| When you're tired of talking and you can't drink it down | |
| So you hang around and drown instead | |
| Home isn't where it used to be | |
| Home is anywhere you hang your head | |
| You hang your head | |
| Home is anywhere | |
| You hang your head | |
| Home is anywhere | |
| You hang your head | |
| Home is anywhere you hang your head | |
| Here comes mr. misery | |
| Looking for a place for his mouth to shoot | |
| Saying "you'd look cute in your birthday suit" | |
| You tore him out and screwed him up | |
| Like a bad page in a naughty picture book | |
| They day ended as it began | |
| As he was seconds older than the man he was this morning | |
| And the world has wiped it's mouth since then | |
| Or maybe it was yawning | |
| But you know she doesn't want | |
| But you can't seem to get it in your head | |
| Oh and you can't sleep at night | |
| And she haunts you when you go to bed | |
| When you're tired of talking and you can't drink it down | |
| So you hang around and drown instead | |
| Home isn't where it used to be | |
| Home is anywhere you hang your head |
| zuo qu : MacManus | |
| Here comes mr. misery | |
| He' s tearing out his hair again | |
| He' s crying over her again | |
| He' s standing in the supermarket shouting at the customers | |
| Here comes mr. misery | |
| He' ll never be any good with a mouth full of gold and blood | |
| He' s contemplating murder again | |
| He must be in love | |
| But you know she doesn' t want | |
| But you can' t seem to get it in your head | |
| Oh and you can' t sleep at night | |
| And she haunts you when you go to bed | |
| When you' re tired of talking and you can' t drink it down | |
| So you hang around and drown instead | |
| Home isn' t where it used to be | |
| Home is anywhere you hang your head | |
| You hang your head | |
| Home is anywhere | |
| You hang your head | |
| Home is anywhere | |
| You hang your head | |
| Home is anywhere you hang your head | |
| Here comes mr. misery | |
| Looking for a place for his mouth to shoot | |
| Saying " you' d look cute in your birthday suit" | |
| You tore him out and screwed him up | |
| Like a bad page in a naughty picture book | |
| They day ended as it began | |
| As he was seconds older than the man he was this morning | |
| And the world has wiped it' s mouth since then | |
| Or maybe it was yawning | |
| But you know she doesn' t want | |
| But you can' t seem to get it in your head | |
| Oh and you can' t sleep at night | |
| And she haunts you when you go to bed | |
| When you' re tired of talking and you can' t drink it down | |
| So you hang around and drown instead | |
| Home isn' t where it used to be | |
| Home is anywhere you hang your head |
| zuò qǔ : MacManus | |
| Here comes mr. misery | |
| He' s tearing out his hair again | |
| He' s crying over her again | |
| He' s standing in the supermarket shouting at the customers | |
| Here comes mr. misery | |
| He' ll never be any good with a mouth full of gold and blood | |
| He' s contemplating murder again | |
| He must be in love | |
| But you know she doesn' t want | |
| But you can' t seem to get it in your head | |
| Oh and you can' t sleep at night | |
| And she haunts you when you go to bed | |
| When you' re tired of talking and you can' t drink it down | |
| So you hang around and drown instead | |
| Home isn' t where it used to be | |
| Home is anywhere you hang your head | |
| You hang your head | |
| Home is anywhere | |
| You hang your head | |
| Home is anywhere | |
| You hang your head | |
| Home is anywhere you hang your head | |
| Here comes mr. misery | |
| Looking for a place for his mouth to shoot | |
| Saying " you' d look cute in your birthday suit" | |
| You tore him out and screwed him up | |
| Like a bad page in a naughty picture book | |
| They day ended as it began | |
| As he was seconds older than the man he was this morning | |
| And the world has wiped it' s mouth since then | |
| Or maybe it was yawning | |
| But you know she doesn' t want | |
| But you can' t seem to get it in your head | |
| Oh and you can' t sleep at night | |
| And she haunts you when you go to bed | |
| When you' re tired of talking and you can' t drink it down | |
| So you hang around and drown instead | |
| Home isn' t where it used to be | |
| Home is anywhere you hang your head |