| Song | Despite What You've Been Told |
| Artist | Two Gallants |
| Album | Despite What You've Been Told |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Corvidae, Fontaine | |
| Well I guess by the blood stain of your lips | |
| And the wonder of your finger tips | |
| I should prove true to my emptiness | |
| And stay here | |
| Well, I'm just a kid of ill repute | |
| But the skin I wear's my only suit | |
| And you, you're just a substitute | |
| For the one that I hold dear | |
| You know you could be anyone | |
| God forgive my tasteless tongue | |
| I never should've been set free | |
| I cut my eyes, I skin my face | |
| Makes 'em how to be replaced | |
| That's how we deal with boys like me | |
| But I guess by this world so sick with loss | |
| And your services so free of cost | |
| I should climb down off my rugged cross | |
| And lay with you | |
| But you know by know it's half past late | |
| And I only came here for escape | |
| And you, you're just my next mistake | |
| Like me to you | |
| You know you could be anyone | |
| God forgive your unborn sons | |
| I hope they don't end up like me | |
| I drag my mind through streets of shame | |
| Blame myself, forgive the game | |
| That's how we deal with boys like me | |
| But despite what you've been told | |
| I once had a soul | |
| Left somewhere behind | |
| A former friend of mine | |
| And I hate to speak so free | |
| But you mean nothing to me | |
| So, if the street lights they shine bright | |
| I'll be home tonight | |
| I guess by the dim light in your eyes | |
| And that to you all things come as a surprise | |
| I should set the steel trap of your thighs | |
| And dive right in | |
| But to you I'm just a confused child | |
| Insecure or in denial | |
| Go raise your robes, go have your trial | |
| I'll let you win | |
| You know I could be anyone | |
| God forgive what I should have done | |
| My thoughts enough to guilty be | |
| Yes, I guess I made this bed | |
| But I'll take the sidewalk instead | |
| That's how we deal with boys like me | |
| But despite what you've been told | |
| I once had a soul | |
| Left somewhere behind | |
| A former friend of mine | |
| And I hate to sound so true | |
| But I mean nothing to you | |
| So, if the street lights, they shine bright | |
| I'll be home tonight |
| zuo qu : Corvidae, Fontaine | |
| Well I guess by the blood stain of your lips | |
| And the wonder of your finger tips | |
| I should prove true to my emptiness | |
| And stay here | |
| Well, I' m just a kid of ill repute | |
| But the skin I wear' s my only suit | |
| And you, you' re just a substitute | |
| For the one that I hold dear | |
| You know you could be anyone | |
| God forgive my tasteless tongue | |
| I never should' ve been set free | |
| I cut my eyes, I skin my face | |
| Makes ' em how to be replaced | |
| That' s how we deal with boys like me | |
| But I guess by this world so sick with loss | |
| And your services so free of cost | |
| I should climb down off my rugged cross | |
| And lay with you | |
| But you know by know it' s half past late | |
| And I only came here for escape | |
| And you, you' re just my next mistake | |
| Like me to you | |
| You know you could be anyone | |
| God forgive your unborn sons | |
| I hope they don' t end up like me | |
| I drag my mind through streets of shame | |
| Blame myself, forgive the game | |
| That' s how we deal with boys like me | |
| But despite what you' ve been told | |
| I once had a soul | |
| Left somewhere behind | |
| A former friend of mine | |
| And I hate to speak so free | |
| But you mean nothing to me | |
| So, if the street lights they shine bright | |
| I' ll be home tonight | |
| I guess by the dim light in your eyes | |
| And that to you all things come as a surprise | |
| I should set the steel trap of your thighs | |
| And dive right in | |
| But to you I' m just a confused child | |
| Insecure or in denial | |
| Go raise your robes, go have your trial | |
| I' ll let you win | |
| You know I could be anyone | |
| God forgive what I should have done | |
| My thoughts enough to guilty be | |
| Yes, I guess I made this bed | |
| But I' ll take the sidewalk instead | |
| That' s how we deal with boys like me | |
| But despite what you' ve been told | |
| I once had a soul | |
| Left somewhere behind | |
| A former friend of mine | |
| And I hate to sound so true | |
| But I mean nothing to you | |
| So, if the street lights, they shine bright | |
| I' ll be home tonight |
| zuò qǔ : Corvidae, Fontaine | |
| Well I guess by the blood stain of your lips | |
| And the wonder of your finger tips | |
| I should prove true to my emptiness | |
| And stay here | |
| Well, I' m just a kid of ill repute | |
| But the skin I wear' s my only suit | |
| And you, you' re just a substitute | |
| For the one that I hold dear | |
| You know you could be anyone | |
| God forgive my tasteless tongue | |
| I never should' ve been set free | |
| I cut my eyes, I skin my face | |
| Makes ' em how to be replaced | |
| That' s how we deal with boys like me | |
| But I guess by this world so sick with loss | |
| And your services so free of cost | |
| I should climb down off my rugged cross | |
| And lay with you | |
| But you know by know it' s half past late | |
| And I only came here for escape | |
| And you, you' re just my next mistake | |
| Like me to you | |
| You know you could be anyone | |
| God forgive your unborn sons | |
| I hope they don' t end up like me | |
| I drag my mind through streets of shame | |
| Blame myself, forgive the game | |
| That' s how we deal with boys like me | |
| But despite what you' ve been told | |
| I once had a soul | |
| Left somewhere behind | |
| A former friend of mine | |
| And I hate to speak so free | |
| But you mean nothing to me | |
| So, if the street lights they shine bright | |
| I' ll be home tonight | |
| I guess by the dim light in your eyes | |
| And that to you all things come as a surprise | |
| I should set the steel trap of your thighs | |
| And dive right in | |
| But to you I' m just a confused child | |
| Insecure or in denial | |
| Go raise your robes, go have your trial | |
| I' ll let you win | |
| You know I could be anyone | |
| God forgive what I should have done | |
| My thoughts enough to guilty be | |
| Yes, I guess I made this bed | |
| But I' ll take the sidewalk instead | |
| That' s how we deal with boys like me | |
| But despite what you' ve been told | |
| I once had a soul | |
| Left somewhere behind | |
| A former friend of mine | |
| And I hate to sound so true | |
| But I mean nothing to you | |
| So, if the street lights, they shine bright | |
| I' ll be home tonight |