| Song | Wishing Wells |
| Artist | Ron Sexsmith |
| Album | Retriever |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Sexsmith | |
| wishing wells are fine in fairy tales but they've got no business here | |
| where evil's very real and children are known to just disappear | |
| magic spells still hold no currency where people are lining up | |
| to sell their dignity when reality's a show they'll crawl through mud | |
| i fear sometimes we ain't got a hope in hell | |
| i've half a mind to hang the next fool to wish me well to wish me well | |
| it comes as no surprise all that rises to the top | |
| before our very eyes with each generation expectation drops | |
| i feel sometimes we ain't got a hope in hell | |
| i've half a mind to hang the next fool to wish me well to wish me well | |
| tell me when when will the truth prevail to clear away all the smug | |
| and smirking juveniles and save us from all the bloodthirsty thugs |
| zuo ci : Sexsmith | |
| wishing wells are fine in fairy tales but they' ve got no business here | |
| where evil' s very real and children are known to just disappear | |
| magic spells still hold no currency where people are lining up | |
| to sell their dignity when reality' s a show they' ll crawl through mud | |
| i fear sometimes we ain' t got a hope in hell | |
| i' ve half a mind to hang the next fool to wish me well to wish me well | |
| it comes as no surprise all that rises to the top | |
| before our very eyes with each generation expectation drops | |
| i feel sometimes we ain' t got a hope in hell | |
| i' ve half a mind to hang the next fool to wish me well to wish me well | |
| tell me when when will the truth prevail to clear away all the smug | |
| and smirking juveniles and save us from all the bloodthirsty thugs |
| zuò cí : Sexsmith | |
| wishing wells are fine in fairy tales but they' ve got no business here | |
| where evil' s very real and children are known to just disappear | |
| magic spells still hold no currency where people are lining up | |
| to sell their dignity when reality' s a show they' ll crawl through mud | |
| i fear sometimes we ain' t got a hope in hell | |
| i' ve half a mind to hang the next fool to wish me well to wish me well | |
| it comes as no surprise all that rises to the top | |
| before our very eyes with each generation expectation drops | |
| i feel sometimes we ain' t got a hope in hell | |
| i' ve half a mind to hang the next fool to wish me well to wish me well | |
| tell me when when will the truth prevail to clear away all the smug | |
| and smirking juveniles and save us from all the bloodthirsty thugs |