| 作曲 : Wagner | |
| Hobbled by the fact | |
| That there must be a problem | |
| Confident that there's a trace | |
| Of honor that we share | |
| So let's begin again | |
| And let's not try to answer | |
| With subtle irony | |
| Instead of common sense | |
| Take me to your room | |
| And lay me on the bed | |
| Looking at the stamps | |
| That slowly you've collected | |
| The impression that was made | |
| As you frequently do fly | |
| Dripping on the dock | |
| You shiver from the cold | |
| You're looking pretty good | |
| And I'm feeling pretty old | |
| Is sudden mastery | |
| Of most of the decisions | |
| Convinced of steady growth | |
| In the hours that will come | |
| To take the best of me | |
| And throw it to the dogs | |
| You can call me bastard | |
| And you can call me friend | |
| But don't forget to call me | |
| Before the story ends | |
| Covered in a fabric | |
| That's made from good intent | |
| Poking through a hole | |
| That been eaten by a moth | |
| Let's pretend I'm guilty | |
| Of everything you've mentioned | |
| Reproductively unsound | |
| Reproductively inclined | |
| But can I change the system | |
| Of how I have been measured | |
| It's really unattractive | |
| How little I really know | |
| So shoot me through a cannon | |
| Squash me like a bug | |
| Or sweep me like some dirt | |
| That lies under a rug | |
| Let's start up a petition | |
| To get me out of town | |
| Each time I bring you up | |
| It seem to bring you down |
| zuo qu : Wagner | |
| Hobbled by the fact | |
| That there must be a problem | |
| Confident that there' s a trace | |
| Of honor that we share | |
| So let' s begin again | |
| And let' s not try to answer | |
| With subtle irony | |
| Instead of common sense | |
| Take me to your room | |
| And lay me on the bed | |
| Looking at the stamps | |
| That slowly you' ve collected | |
| The impression that was made | |
| As you frequently do fly | |
| Dripping on the dock | |
| You shiver from the cold | |
| You' re looking pretty good | |
| And I' m feeling pretty old | |
| Is sudden mastery | |
| Of most of the decisions | |
| Convinced of steady growth | |
| In the hours that will come | |
| To take the best of me | |
| And throw it to the dogs | |
| You can call me bastard | |
| And you can call me friend | |
| But don' t forget to call me | |
| Before the story ends | |
| Covered in a fabric | |
| That' s made from good intent | |
| Poking through a hole | |
| That been eaten by a moth | |
| Let' s pretend I' m guilty | |
| Of everything you' ve mentioned | |
| Reproductively unsound | |
| Reproductively inclined | |
| But can I change the system | |
| Of how I have been measured | |
| It' s really unattractive | |
| How little I really know | |
| So shoot me through a cannon | |
| Squash me like a bug | |
| Or sweep me like some dirt | |
| That lies under a rug | |
| Let' s start up a petition | |
| To get me out of town | |
| Each time I bring you up | |
| It seem to bring you down |
| zuò qǔ : Wagner | |
| Hobbled by the fact | |
| That there must be a problem | |
| Confident that there' s a trace | |
| Of honor that we share | |
| So let' s begin again | |
| And let' s not try to answer | |
| With subtle irony | |
| Instead of common sense | |
| Take me to your room | |
| And lay me on the bed | |
| Looking at the stamps | |
| That slowly you' ve collected | |
| The impression that was made | |
| As you frequently do fly | |
| Dripping on the dock | |
| You shiver from the cold | |
| You' re looking pretty good | |
| And I' m feeling pretty old | |
| Is sudden mastery | |
| Of most of the decisions | |
| Convinced of steady growth | |
| In the hours that will come | |
| To take the best of me | |
| And throw it to the dogs | |
| You can call me bastard | |
| And you can call me friend | |
| But don' t forget to call me | |
| Before the story ends | |
| Covered in a fabric | |
| That' s made from good intent | |
| Poking through a hole | |
| That been eaten by a moth | |
| Let' s pretend I' m guilty | |
| Of everything you' ve mentioned | |
| Reproductively unsound | |
| Reproductively inclined | |
| But can I change the system | |
| Of how I have been measured | |
| It' s really unattractive | |
| How little I really know | |
| So shoot me through a cannon | |
| Squash me like a bug | |
| Or sweep me like some dirt | |
| That lies under a rug | |
| Let' s start up a petition | |
| To get me out of town | |
| Each time I bring you up | |
| It seem to bring you down |