Lost My Touch Lyrics
| Song | Lost My Touch |
| Artist | The Church |
| Album | Sometime Anywhere |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Goudenov, Kilbey ... | |
| Streets of burnt-out shells, insurance jobs | |
| A temporary spell in hell and it throbs | |
| It throbs like hell in some divine comedy | |
| It won't sell and that's a tragedy | |
| But i know my way home i can get there alone | |
| The day i need you they can feed me to the lions | |
| They can stop trying to get it started | |
| Its heart is gone, its shone for the last time | |
| It's past time it's mean time held over in-between time | |
| It's like halloween time | |
| I don't owe you anything | |
| Now i'm out of power | |
| Now i've lost my touch | |
| Please don't touch anything | |
| Every passing hour | |
| Overcomes too much | |
| I don't owe you anything | |
| There's a weaker weaker in the other speaker | |
| A weaker echo of my own voice | |
| Reproduced mechanically and electronically | |
| A symphony of frequencies delivering | |
| A slithering sound a pound of flesh | |
| Caught in the mesh of pressure | |
| A special deluxe de-essed it you guessed it | |
| I'm trembling (untrammeled ?) | |
| I don't owe you anything | |
| Now i've lost my power | |
| Now i'm out of touch | |
| Please don't touch anything | |
| Every passing hour | |
| Overcomes too much | |
| I don't owe you anything | |
| Now i've lost my mind | |
| Now i'm out of touch | |
| Should you would you could you could | |
| Could you look good back on the street | |
| Your feet get cold you're too old you've been told | |
| You should've sold your soul | |
| It's not worth anything anything out here | |
| Not worth the earth you're standing on | |
| Earth mother earth hurt sweet mother earth | |
| What are you worth? | |
| I don't owe you anything | |
| Now i'm out of power | |
| Now i've lost my touch | |
| Please don't touch anything | |
| Every passing hour | |
| All becomes too much | |
| I don't owe you anything | |
| Now i've lost my power | |
| Now i'm out of touch | |
| I don't owe you anything, ah | |
| Please don't touch anything, ah | |
| I don't owe you anything, ah | |
| I don't owe you anything, ah ah | |
| Please don't touch anything, ah ah | |
| Then he said his name is ray | |
| He was a dominating, woman-hating misogynist s.o.b | |
| 1 2 3 that's how easy it's gonna be | |
| Everything is complete | |
| If you need to cheat | |
| If you want to eat | |
| Even the air, once free | |
| You now pay a fee | |
| You now pay a far if you want air | |
| It's not really fair | |
| Fair enough, it's tough stuff | |
| It's tough to get enough and you laugh | |
| You laugh but you can't get the staff | |
| Hold onto the raft | |
| It's my craft | |
| It's finished, it's kaput | |
| It's over, finito benito | |
| Dead fred | |
| Gone for a song like old hong kong | |
| Gone for a song |
| zuo ci : Goudenov, Kilbey ... | |
| Streets of burntout shells, insurance jobs | |
| A temporary spell in hell and it throbs | |
| It throbs like hell in some divine comedy | |
| It won' t sell and that' s a tragedy | |
| But i know my way home i can get there alone | |
| The day i need you they can feed me to the lions | |
| They can stop trying to get it started | |
| Its heart is gone, its shone for the last time | |
| It' s past time it' s mean time held over inbetween time | |
| It' s like halloween time | |
| I don' t owe you anything | |
| Now i' m out of power | |
| Now i' ve lost my touch | |
| Please don' t touch anything | |
| Every passing hour | |
| Overcomes too much | |
| I don' t owe you anything | |
| There' s a weaker weaker in the other speaker | |
| A weaker echo of my own voice | |
| Reproduced mechanically and electronically | |
| A symphony of frequencies delivering | |
| A slithering sound a pound of flesh | |
| Caught in the mesh of pressure | |
| A special deluxe deessed it you guessed it | |
| I' m trembling untrammeled ? | |
| I don' t owe you anything | |
| Now i' ve lost my power | |
| Now i' m out of touch | |
| Please don' t touch anything | |
| Every passing hour | |
| Overcomes too much | |
| I don' t owe you anything | |
| Now i' ve lost my mind | |
| Now i' m out of touch | |
| Should you would you could you could | |
| Could you look good back on the street | |
| Your feet get cold you' re too old you' ve been told | |
| You should' ve sold your soul | |
| It' s not worth anything anything out here | |
| Not worth the earth you' re standing on | |
| Earth mother earth hurt sweet mother earth | |
| What are you worth? | |
| I don' t owe you anything | |
| Now i' m out of power | |
| Now i' ve lost my touch | |
| Please don' t touch anything | |
| Every passing hour | |
| All becomes too much | |
| I don' t owe you anything | |
| Now i' ve lost my power | |
| Now i' m out of touch | |
| I don' t owe you anything, ah | |
| Please don' t touch anything, ah | |
| I don' t owe you anything, ah | |
| I don' t owe you anything, ah ah | |
| Please don' t touch anything, ah ah | |
| Then he said his name is ray | |
| He was a dominating, womanhating misogynist s. o. b | |
| 1 2 3 that' s how easy it' s gonna be | |
| Everything is complete | |
| If you need to cheat | |
| If you want to eat | |
| Even the air, once free | |
| You now pay a fee | |
| You now pay a far if you want air | |
| It' s not really fair | |
| Fair enough, it' s tough stuff | |
| It' s tough to get enough and you laugh | |
| You laugh but you can' t get the staff | |
| Hold onto the raft | |
| It' s my craft | |
| It' s finished, it' s kaput | |
| It' s over, finito benito | |
| Dead fred | |
| Gone for a song like old hong kong | |
| Gone for a song |
| zuò cí : Goudenov, Kilbey ... | |
| Streets of burntout shells, insurance jobs | |
| A temporary spell in hell and it throbs | |
| It throbs like hell in some divine comedy | |
| It won' t sell and that' s a tragedy | |
| But i know my way home i can get there alone | |
| The day i need you they can feed me to the lions | |
| They can stop trying to get it started | |
| Its heart is gone, its shone for the last time | |
| It' s past time it' s mean time held over inbetween time | |
| It' s like halloween time | |
| I don' t owe you anything | |
| Now i' m out of power | |
| Now i' ve lost my touch | |
| Please don' t touch anything | |
| Every passing hour | |
| Overcomes too much | |
| I don' t owe you anything | |
| There' s a weaker weaker in the other speaker | |
| A weaker echo of my own voice | |
| Reproduced mechanically and electronically | |
| A symphony of frequencies delivering | |
| A slithering sound a pound of flesh | |
| Caught in the mesh of pressure | |
| A special deluxe deessed it you guessed it | |
| I' m trembling untrammeled ? | |
| I don' t owe you anything | |
| Now i' ve lost my power | |
| Now i' m out of touch | |
| Please don' t touch anything | |
| Every passing hour | |
| Overcomes too much | |
| I don' t owe you anything | |
| Now i' ve lost my mind | |
| Now i' m out of touch | |
| Should you would you could you could | |
| Could you look good back on the street | |
| Your feet get cold you' re too old you' ve been told | |
| You should' ve sold your soul | |
| It' s not worth anything anything out here | |
| Not worth the earth you' re standing on | |
| Earth mother earth hurt sweet mother earth | |
| What are you worth? | |
| I don' t owe you anything | |
| Now i' m out of power | |
| Now i' ve lost my touch | |
| Please don' t touch anything | |
| Every passing hour | |
| All becomes too much | |
| I don' t owe you anything | |
| Now i' ve lost my power | |
| Now i' m out of touch | |
| I don' t owe you anything, ah | |
| Please don' t touch anything, ah | |
| I don' t owe you anything, ah | |
| I don' t owe you anything, ah ah | |
| Please don' t touch anything, ah ah | |
| Then he said his name is ray | |
| He was a dominating, womanhating misogynist s. o. b | |
| 1 2 3 that' s how easy it' s gonna be | |
| Everything is complete | |
| If you need to cheat | |
| If you want to eat | |
| Even the air, once free | |
| You now pay a fee | |
| You now pay a far if you want air | |
| It' s not really fair | |
| Fair enough, it' s tough stuff | |
| It' s tough to get enough and you laugh | |
| You laugh but you can' t get the staff | |
| Hold onto the raft | |
| It' s my craft | |
| It' s finished, it' s kaput | |
| It' s over, finito benito | |
| Dead fred | |
| Gone for a song like old hong kong | |
| Gone for a song |
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