| Song | A Rag Hung Between Two Trees |
| Artist | Bad Breeding |
| Album | Exiled |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Charlie Rose | |
| 作曲 : Charlie Rose | |
| 120,000 dead across the pages where I sink my head | |
| I watch the nurses struggle home and hang my hopes up in the leaves | |
| Just one more tear, a nameless face - there’s efficiency in mortality | |
| And my final play at dignity is a rag hung between two trees | |
| An erring shape scraped away into a pile of blank remains | |
| Where cruelty doesn’t bother hiding and you will never find me | |
| One eye on the skip, two feet in the gutter | |
| An expired service-user fleeced tooth and nail | |
| Someone’s sitting target, another’s smug liberal virtue | |
| slipped through the cracks in the grip of a narrowing world | |
| And my final play at dignity is a rag hung between two trees |
| zuo ci : Charlie Rose | |
| zuo qu : Charlie Rose | |
| 120, 000 dead across the pages where I sink my head | |
| I watch the nurses struggle home and hang my hopes up in the leaves | |
| Just one more tear, a nameless face there' s efficiency in mortality | |
| And my final play at dignity is a rag hung between two trees | |
| An erring shape scraped away into a pile of blank remains | |
| Where cruelty doesn' t bother hiding and you will never find me | |
| One eye on the skip, two feet in the gutter | |
| An expired serviceuser fleeced tooth and nail | |
| Someone' s sitting target, another' s smug liberal virtue | |
| slipped through the cracks in the grip of a narrowing world | |
| And my final play at dignity is a rag hung between two trees |
| zuò cí : Charlie Rose | |
| zuò qǔ : Charlie Rose | |
| 120, 000 dead across the pages where I sink my head | |
| I watch the nurses struggle home and hang my hopes up in the leaves | |
| Just one more tear, a nameless face there' s efficiency in mortality | |
| And my final play at dignity is a rag hung between two trees | |
| An erring shape scraped away into a pile of blank remains | |
| Where cruelty doesn' t bother hiding and you will never find me | |
| One eye on the skip, two feet in the gutter | |
| An expired serviceuser fleeced tooth and nail | |
| Someone' s sitting target, another' s smug liberal virtue | |
| slipped through the cracks in the grip of a narrowing world | |
| And my final play at dignity is a rag hung between two trees |