| Song | Fighting In a Sack |
| Artist | The Shins |
| Album | Fighting In A Sack |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Mercer | |
| Just last night I woke from some unconscionable dream | |
| And had it nailed to my forehead again | |
| To keep this boat afloat | |
| There are things you can't afford to know | |
| So I save all my breath for the sails. | |
| But you'll find those lingering voices | |
| Are just your ego's attempt to make it all clean and nice | |
| And make a moron out of you | |
| Walking a bridge with weakening cables | |
| Huddled up in fear and hate because we know our fate | |
| And it's a lot to put us through. | |
| Most ideas turn to dust | |
| As there are few in which we all can trust | |
| Haven't you noticed I've been shedding all of mind? | |
| So let's abandon that track | |
| And leave our fathers fighting in a sack | |
| Cause we are way too wise-assed for that. | |
| You might find some fools at your doorstep | |
| Hustling the latest changes to the book | |
| That's the strangest in an attempt to multiply | |
| Marionettes on weakening cables | |
| Huddled up with fear and hate | |
| Because they know their fate and it's a lot to put them through. | |
| We've taken on a climb | |
| And it's long enough to put the best of us on our backs | |
| Walking up a slide | |
| And there are those we know who'd have us five miles off the track. | |
| But you'll find those lingering voices | |
| Are just your ego's attempt to make it all clean and nice | |
| And make a moron out of you | |
| Crossing the brindge on weakening cables | |
| Huddled up with fear and hate because we know our fate | |
| And it's a lot to put us through |
| zuo ci : Mercer | |
| Just last night I woke from some unconscionable dream | |
| And had it nailed to my forehead again | |
| To keep this boat afloat | |
| There are things you can' t afford to know | |
| So I save all my breath for the sails. | |
| But you' ll find those lingering voices | |
| Are just your ego' s attempt to make it all clean and nice | |
| And make a moron out of you | |
| Walking a bridge with weakening cables | |
| Huddled up in fear and hate because we know our fate | |
| And it' s a lot to put us through. | |
| Most ideas turn to dust | |
| As there are few in which we all can trust | |
| Haven' t you noticed I' ve been shedding all of mind? | |
| So let' s abandon that track | |
| And leave our fathers fighting in a sack | |
| Cause we are way too wiseassed for that. | |
| You might find some fools at your doorstep | |
| Hustling the latest changes to the book | |
| That' s the strangest in an attempt to multiply | |
| Marionettes on weakening cables | |
| Huddled up with fear and hate | |
| Because they know their fate and it' s a lot to put them through. | |
| We' ve taken on a climb | |
| And it' s long enough to put the best of us on our backs | |
| Walking up a slide | |
| And there are those we know who' d have us five miles off the track. | |
| But you' ll find those lingering voices | |
| Are just your ego' s attempt to make it all clean and nice | |
| And make a moron out of you | |
| Crossing the brindge on weakening cables | |
| Huddled up with fear and hate because we know our fate | |
| And it' s a lot to put us through |
| zuò cí : Mercer | |
| Just last night I woke from some unconscionable dream | |
| And had it nailed to my forehead again | |
| To keep this boat afloat | |
| There are things you can' t afford to know | |
| So I save all my breath for the sails. | |
| But you' ll find those lingering voices | |
| Are just your ego' s attempt to make it all clean and nice | |
| And make a moron out of you | |
| Walking a bridge with weakening cables | |
| Huddled up in fear and hate because we know our fate | |
| And it' s a lot to put us through. | |
| Most ideas turn to dust | |
| As there are few in which we all can trust | |
| Haven' t you noticed I' ve been shedding all of mind? | |
| So let' s abandon that track | |
| And leave our fathers fighting in a sack | |
| Cause we are way too wiseassed for that. | |
| You might find some fools at your doorstep | |
| Hustling the latest changes to the book | |
| That' s the strangest in an attempt to multiply | |
| Marionettes on weakening cables | |
| Huddled up with fear and hate | |
| Because they know their fate and it' s a lot to put them through. | |
| We' ve taken on a climb | |
| And it' s long enough to put the best of us on our backs | |
| Walking up a slide | |
| And there are those we know who' d have us five miles off the track. | |
| But you' ll find those lingering voices | |
| Are just your ego' s attempt to make it all clean and nice | |
| And make a moron out of you | |
| Crossing the brindge on weakening cables | |
| Huddled up with fear and hate because we know our fate | |
| And it' s a lot to put us through |