Stephen Song (Remastered) Lyrics
| Song | Stephen Song (Remastered) |
| Artist | The Fall |
| Album | The Wonderful And Frightening World Of The Fall (Omnibus Edition) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hanley, Hanley, Smith | |
| It was a thing with a head like a spud ball | |
| It was a song, the song we were looking for | |
| I always have to state to myself | |
| It has nothing to do with me | |
| He has nothing | |
| He is not me | |
| (his vendetta parchment) | |
| Floating grey abundance | |
| Against my palace of conscience | |
| (our hero deeply loved | |
| Moonlit walked past privet and wide-leaved foliage) | |
| I'll tell you of the rats in this world | |
| Fawning in place with the face | |
| Men coming between each other | |
| For the sake of a two-minute urge | |
| (it is headless) | |
| Worth $5 in london | |
| And cursed anon. | |
| Our hero, still deeply loved | |
| Moonlit walks past privet and wide leaved | |
| It was no more a net of mesh | |
| It was class | |
| He did not blink a lid | |
| He braced his self-imposed gorgeous adult net | |
| And breeze | |
| And it was class | |
| And no no-man's land | |
| Ever had this? | |
| Their follies are strong liberation |
| zuo ci : Hanley, Hanley, Smith | |
| It was a thing with a head like a spud ball | |
| It was a song, the song we were looking for | |
| I always have to state to myself | |
| It has nothing to do with me | |
| He has nothing | |
| He is not me | |
| his vendetta parchment | |
| Floating grey abundance | |
| Against my palace of conscience | |
| our hero deeply loved | |
| Moonlit walked past privet and wideleaved foliage | |
| I' ll tell you of the rats in this world | |
| Fawning in place with the face | |
| Men coming between each other | |
| For the sake of a twominute urge | |
| it is headless | |
| Worth 5 in london | |
| And cursed anon. | |
| Our hero, still deeply loved | |
| Moonlit walks past privet and wide leaved | |
| It was no more a net of mesh | |
| It was class | |
| He did not blink a lid | |
| He braced his selfimposed gorgeous adult net | |
| And breeze | |
| And it was class | |
| And no noman' s land | |
| Ever had this? | |
| Their follies are strong liberation |
| zuò cí : Hanley, Hanley, Smith | |
| It was a thing with a head like a spud ball | |
| It was a song, the song we were looking for | |
| I always have to state to myself | |
| It has nothing to do with me | |
| He has nothing | |
| He is not me | |
| his vendetta parchment | |
| Floating grey abundance | |
| Against my palace of conscience | |
| our hero deeply loved | |
| Moonlit walked past privet and wideleaved foliage | |
| I' ll tell you of the rats in this world | |
| Fawning in place with the face | |
| Men coming between each other | |
| For the sake of a twominute urge | |
| it is headless | |
| Worth 5 in london | |
| And cursed anon. | |
| Our hero, still deeply loved | |
| Moonlit walks past privet and wide leaved | |
| It was no more a net of mesh | |
| It was class | |
| He did not blink a lid | |
| He braced his selfimposed gorgeous adult net | |
| And breeze | |
| And it was class | |
| And no noman' s land | |
| Ever had this? | |
| Their follies are strong liberation |
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