| Song | The Bagman's Gambit |
| Artist | The Decemberists |
| Album | We All Raise Our Voices To The Air (Live 04.11 - 08.11) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Meloy | |
| On the lam from the law | |
| On the steps of the capitol | |
| You shot a plainclothes cop on the ten o'clock | |
| And I saw momentarily | |
| They flashed a photograph, it couldn't be you | |
| You'd been abused so horribly | |
| But you were there in some anonymous room | |
| And I recall that fall | |
| I was working for the government | |
| And in a bathroom stall off the National Mall | |
| How we kissed so sweetly | |
| How could I refuse a favor or two | |
| For a tryst in the greenery | |
| I gave you documents and microfilm, too | |
| And from my ten floor tenement | |
| Where once our bodies lay | |
| How I long to hear you say | |
| No, they'll never catch me now | |
| No, they'll never catch me | |
| No, they cannot catch me now | |
| We will escape somehow, somehow | |
| It was late one night | |
| I was awoken by the telephone | |
| I heard a strangled cry on the end of the line | |
| Purloined in Petrograd | |
| They were suspicious of where your loyalties lay | |
| So I paid off a bureaucrat | |
| To convince your captors there to secret you away | |
| And at the gate of the embassy | |
| Our hands met through the bars | |
| As your whisper stilled my heart | |
| No, they'll never catch me now | |
| No, they'll never catch me | |
| No, they cannot catch me now | |
| We will escape somehow, somehow | |
| And I dreamt one night | |
| You were there in form | |
| Head held high | |
| In uniform | |
| It was ten years on | |
| When you resurfaced in a motorcar | |
| With the wave of an arm you were there and gone |
| zuo qu : Meloy | |
| On the lam from the law | |
| On the steps of the capitol | |
| You shot a plainclothes cop on the ten o' clock | |
| And I saw momentarily | |
| They flashed a photograph, it couldn' t be you | |
| You' d been abused so horribly | |
| But you were there in some anonymous room | |
| And I recall that fall | |
| I was working for the government | |
| And in a bathroom stall off the National Mall | |
| How we kissed so sweetly | |
| How could I refuse a favor or two | |
| For a tryst in the greenery | |
| I gave you documents and microfilm, too | |
| And from my ten floor tenement | |
| Where once our bodies lay | |
| How I long to hear you say | |
| No, they' ll never catch me now | |
| No, they' ll never catch me | |
| No, they cannot catch me now | |
| We will escape somehow, somehow | |
| It was late one night | |
| I was awoken by the telephone | |
| I heard a strangled cry on the end of the line | |
| Purloined in Petrograd | |
| They were suspicious of where your loyalties lay | |
| So I paid off a bureaucrat | |
| To convince your captors there to secret you away | |
| And at the gate of the embassy | |
| Our hands met through the bars | |
| As your whisper stilled my heart | |
| No, they' ll never catch me now | |
| No, they' ll never catch me | |
| No, they cannot catch me now | |
| We will escape somehow, somehow | |
| And I dreamt one night | |
| You were there in form | |
| Head held high | |
| In uniform | |
| It was ten years on | |
| When you resurfaced in a motorcar | |
| With the wave of an arm you were there and gone |
| zuò qǔ : Meloy | |
| On the lam from the law | |
| On the steps of the capitol | |
| You shot a plainclothes cop on the ten o' clock | |
| And I saw momentarily | |
| They flashed a photograph, it couldn' t be you | |
| You' d been abused so horribly | |
| But you were there in some anonymous room | |
| And I recall that fall | |
| I was working for the government | |
| And in a bathroom stall off the National Mall | |
| How we kissed so sweetly | |
| How could I refuse a favor or two | |
| For a tryst in the greenery | |
| I gave you documents and microfilm, too | |
| And from my ten floor tenement | |
| Where once our bodies lay | |
| How I long to hear you say | |
| No, they' ll never catch me now | |
| No, they' ll never catch me | |
| No, they cannot catch me now | |
| We will escape somehow, somehow | |
| It was late one night | |
| I was awoken by the telephone | |
| I heard a strangled cry on the end of the line | |
| Purloined in Petrograd | |
| They were suspicious of where your loyalties lay | |
| So I paid off a bureaucrat | |
| To convince your captors there to secret you away | |
| And at the gate of the embassy | |
| Our hands met through the bars | |
| As your whisper stilled my heart | |
| No, they' ll never catch me now | |
| No, they' ll never catch me | |
| No, they cannot catch me now | |
| We will escape somehow, somehow | |
| And I dreamt one night | |
| You were there in form | |
| Head held high | |
| In uniform | |
| It was ten years on | |
| When you resurfaced in a motorcar | |
| With the wave of an arm you were there and gone |