| 作词 : Johnson, Schermerhorn | |
| They piss'n'moan | |
| And push'n'shove | |
| So below | |
| As it is above | |
| From every mouth | |
| Words blare | |
| Off every surface | |
| Words glare | |
| Til there's nowhere to look | |
| Except to stare | |
| At reflections in | |
| The subway glass | |
| Fluorescent lit skin | |
| Looks harsh | |
| So best pretend | |
| To be asleep | |
| In case you have to | |
| Give up your seat | |
| To anyone less fortunate than... | |
| But the train stops | |
| Beneath the streets | |
| Shift your legs | |
| Tap your feet | |
| Open an eye | |
| Start to speak | |
| But the words get stuck | |
| Between your teeth | |
| Truth is truth | |
| Lies are lies | |
| Headlines strike | |
| Between the eyes | |
| But when is a word | |
| Not a word? | |
| How's the meaning | |
| Been reversed? | |
| Twisted, torn | |
| Tricked & turned | |
| Inside out | |
| Upside down | |
| Til there's nothing left | |
| to talk about... | |
| except yourself | |
| So you say... | |
| "I spy with my little eye | |
| something beginning with... me" | |
| Ever get lonely? | |
| Don't you ever feel phony? | |
| Ain't the train going slowly? | |
| They say it's gonna get snowy | |
| Don't you ever feel holy? | |
| And think you wanna be a yogi? | |
| What a load of baloney! | |
| Do you wanna come home with me? | |
| Don't you ever get lonely? | |
| Don't you ever get... | |
| Roll over roll over | |
| it's over it's over. |
| zuo ci : Johnson, Schermerhorn | |
| They piss' n' moan | |
| And push' n' shove | |
| So below | |
| As it is above | |
| From every mouth | |
| Words blare | |
| Off every surface | |
| Words glare | |
| Til there' s nowhere to look | |
| Except to stare | |
| At reflections in | |
| The subway glass | |
| Fluorescent lit skin | |
| Looks harsh | |
| So best pretend | |
| To be asleep | |
| In case you have to | |
| Give up your seat | |
| To anyone less fortunate than... | |
| But the train stops | |
| Beneath the streets | |
| Shift your legs | |
| Tap your feet | |
| Open an eye | |
| Start to speak | |
| But the words get stuck | |
| Between your teeth | |
| Truth is truth | |
| Lies are lies | |
| Headlines strike | |
| Between the eyes | |
| But when is a word | |
| Not a word? | |
| How' s the meaning | |
| Been reversed? | |
| Twisted, torn | |
| Tricked turned | |
| Inside out | |
| Upside down | |
| Til there' s nothing left | |
| to talk about... | |
| except yourself | |
| So you say... | |
| " I spy with my little eye | |
| something beginning with... me" | |
| Ever get lonely? | |
| Don' t you ever feel phony? | |
| Ain' t the train going slowly? | |
| They say it' s gonna get snowy | |
| Don' t you ever feel holy? | |
| And think you wanna be a yogi? | |
| What a load of baloney! | |
| Do you wanna come home with me? | |
| Don' t you ever get lonely? | |
| Don' t you ever get... | |
| Roll over roll over | |
| it' s over it' s over. |
| zuò cí : Johnson, Schermerhorn | |
| They piss' n' moan | |
| And push' n' shove | |
| So below | |
| As it is above | |
| From every mouth | |
| Words blare | |
| Off every surface | |
| Words glare | |
| Til there' s nowhere to look | |
| Except to stare | |
| At reflections in | |
| The subway glass | |
| Fluorescent lit skin | |
| Looks harsh | |
| So best pretend | |
| To be asleep | |
| In case you have to | |
| Give up your seat | |
| To anyone less fortunate than... | |
| But the train stops | |
| Beneath the streets | |
| Shift your legs | |
| Tap your feet | |
| Open an eye | |
| Start to speak | |
| But the words get stuck | |
| Between your teeth | |
| Truth is truth | |
| Lies are lies | |
| Headlines strike | |
| Between the eyes | |
| But when is a word | |
| Not a word? | |
| How' s the meaning | |
| Been reversed? | |
| Twisted, torn | |
| Tricked turned | |
| Inside out | |
| Upside down | |
| Til there' s nothing left | |
| to talk about... | |
| except yourself | |
| So you say... | |
| " I spy with my little eye | |
| something beginning with... me" | |
| Ever get lonely? | |
| Don' t you ever feel phony? | |
| Ain' t the train going slowly? | |
| They say it' s gonna get snowy | |
| Don' t you ever feel holy? | |
| And think you wanna be a yogi? | |
| What a load of baloney! | |
| Do you wanna come home with me? | |
| Don' t you ever get lonely? | |
| Don' t you ever get... | |
| Roll over roll over | |
| it' s over it' s over. |
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