| Song | Redmen And Their Wives |
| Artist | Guided by Voices |
| Album | Under The Bushes Under The Stars |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Pollard | |
| Roll out of bed | |
| They're issuing lives for redmen and their wives | |
| Offering hands | |
| And twiddling thumbs, for dreams that never come | |
| Often said | |
| You better not look away, you'll lose the day | |
| The way i see it | |
| It's already lost | |
| So then be it, they say | |
| They're sharpening knives | |
| And primitive lives, for redmen and their wives | |
| Bread winners and klutz | |
| And losing it all before the one eye shuts | |
| Well i see it | |
| As paying the price, nobody feels it these days | |
| Well i'd like to go | |
| And kiss them away | |
| Well i'd like to know | |
| Another way | |
| Did you notice that | |
| They're taking back lives from redmen just to | |
| Give them time to find the light | |
| And other things that bind with pride | |
| A killer's waking up this time | |
| To honest gleam and needless pride | |
| We'll never see it shine | |
| We'll never find the time | |
| We'll never see it shine | |
| We'll never find the time... |
| zuo ci : Pollard | |
| Roll out of bed | |
| They' re issuing lives for redmen and their wives | |
| Offering hands | |
| And twiddling thumbs, for dreams that never come | |
| Often said | |
| You better not look away, you' ll lose the day | |
| The way i see it | |
| It' s already lost | |
| So then be it, they say | |
| They' re sharpening knives | |
| And primitive lives, for redmen and their wives | |
| Bread winners and klutz | |
| And losing it all before the one eye shuts | |
| Well i see it | |
| As paying the price, nobody feels it these days | |
| Well i' d like to go | |
| And kiss them away | |
| Well i' d like to know | |
| Another way | |
| Did you notice that | |
| They' re taking back lives from redmen just to | |
| Give them time to find the light | |
| And other things that bind with pride | |
| A killer' s waking up this time | |
| To honest gleam and needless pride | |
| We' ll never see it shine | |
| We' ll never find the time | |
| We' ll never see it shine | |
| We' ll never find the time... |
| zuò cí : Pollard | |
| Roll out of bed | |
| They' re issuing lives for redmen and their wives | |
| Offering hands | |
| And twiddling thumbs, for dreams that never come | |
| Often said | |
| You better not look away, you' ll lose the day | |
| The way i see it | |
| It' s already lost | |
| So then be it, they say | |
| They' re sharpening knives | |
| And primitive lives, for redmen and their wives | |
| Bread winners and klutz | |
| And losing it all before the one eye shuts | |
| Well i see it | |
| As paying the price, nobody feels it these days | |
| Well i' d like to go | |
| And kiss them away | |
| Well i' d like to know | |
| Another way | |
| Did you notice that | |
| They' re taking back lives from redmen just to | |
| Give them time to find the light | |
| And other things that bind with pride | |
| A killer' s waking up this time | |
| To honest gleam and needless pride | |
| We' ll never see it shine | |
| We' ll never find the time | |
| We' ll never see it shine | |
| We' ll never find the time... |