| Song | Royal Lawns |
| Artist | The Cave Singers |
| Album | Invitation Songs |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Fudesco, Quirk | |
| You know your place, beside the fueled sun (oil refinery) | |
| This drunken town, you know you do | |
| And I can wait, to do the drinking | |
| Because no one knows what I'm gonna do right? | |
| You always wait by the riverside | |
| And you are placed, oh they're gone | |
| And in this land, drinking turpentine | |
| And there's this time, I'll know, I don't know? | |
| See the waves have been to the countryside | |
| And to your graves your will is due | |
| And in your mind, sip with turpentine | |
| And in your heart, oh it's like a grave. | |
| You always go, where the weather is | |
| And in the slow, stretch of the sea | |
| And in your mind, you sip with turpentine | |
| And in your brain, I think you're fine. |
| zuo qu : Fudesco, Quirk | |
| You know your place, beside the fueled sun oil refinery | |
| This drunken town, you know you do | |
| And I can wait, to do the drinking | |
| Because no one knows what I' m gonna do right? | |
| You always wait by the riverside | |
| And you are placed, oh they' re gone | |
| And in this land, drinking turpentine | |
| And there' s this time, I' ll know, I don' t know? | |
| See the waves have been to the countryside | |
| And to your graves your will is due | |
| And in your mind, sip with turpentine | |
| And in your heart, oh it' s like a grave. | |
| You always go, where the weather is | |
| And in the slow, stretch of the sea | |
| And in your mind, you sip with turpentine | |
| And in your brain, I think you' re fine. |
| zuò qǔ : Fudesco, Quirk | |
| You know your place, beside the fueled sun oil refinery | |
| This drunken town, you know you do | |
| And I can wait, to do the drinking | |
| Because no one knows what I' m gonna do right? | |
| You always wait by the riverside | |
| And you are placed, oh they' re gone | |
| And in this land, drinking turpentine | |
| And there' s this time, I' ll know, I don' t know? | |
| See the waves have been to the countryside | |
| And to your graves your will is due | |
| And in your mind, sip with turpentine | |
| And in your heart, oh it' s like a grave. | |
| You always go, where the weather is | |
| And in the slow, stretch of the sea | |
| And in your mind, you sip with turpentine | |
| And in your brain, I think you' re fine. |