Cries From the Midnight Circus Lyrics
| Song | Cries From the Midnight Circus |
| Artist | The Pretty Things |
| Album | Parachute |
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| 作词 : May, Waller | |
| In the concrete valleys the electric storm. | |
| We members of the midnight circus, | |
| Our bodies so brightly adorn | |
| In your long sedans and your oldsmobiles, | |
| Through that slit in your face, you ask me, | |
| How it feels. | |
| Can you hear me, can you hear me, | |
| I'm a-telling you again. | |
| Daughters of satan all stand in line, | |
| With faces greased and a mouth full of shine. | |
| With iron hand you bruise the flesh, | |
| Then through a closing door you ask, | |
| Pray why the distress. | |
| Hear me, can you hear me, can you. | |
| Midnight sailors can stay, | |
| We won't send you away, | |
| See me here on my knees. | |
| You lie in the alley, with blood on your clothes. | |
| As fingers round your throat they close. | |
| Your cries of murder, splash on the walls | |
| As you die, you think about the injustice of it all. | |
| Can you hear me ... | |
| Hear me ... | |
| See satan's daughters' red light, | |
| They have such good appetites, | |
| Another clown packs his drag ... |
| zuo ci : May, Waller | |
| In the concrete valleys the electric storm. | |
| We members of the midnight circus, | |
| Our bodies so brightly adorn | |
| In your long sedans and your oldsmobiles, | |
| Through that slit in your face, you ask me, | |
| How it feels. | |
| Can you hear me, can you hear me, | |
| I' m atelling you again. | |
| Daughters of satan all stand in line, | |
| With faces greased and a mouth full of shine. | |
| With iron hand you bruise the flesh, | |
| Then through a closing door you ask, | |
| Pray why the distress. | |
| Hear me, can you hear me, can you. | |
| Midnight sailors can stay, | |
| We won' t send you away, | |
| See me here on my knees. | |
| You lie in the alley, with blood on your clothes. | |
| As fingers round your throat they close. | |
| Your cries of murder, splash on the walls | |
| As you die, you think about the injustice of it all. | |
| Can you hear me ... | |
| Hear me ... | |
| See satan' s daughters' red light, | |
| They have such good appetites, | |
| Another clown packs his drag ... |
| zuò cí : May, Waller | |
| In the concrete valleys the electric storm. | |
| We members of the midnight circus, | |
| Our bodies so brightly adorn | |
| In your long sedans and your oldsmobiles, | |
| Through that slit in your face, you ask me, | |
| How it feels. | |
| Can you hear me, can you hear me, | |
| I' m atelling you again. | |
| Daughters of satan all stand in line, | |
| With faces greased and a mouth full of shine. | |
| With iron hand you bruise the flesh, | |
| Then through a closing door you ask, | |
| Pray why the distress. | |
| Hear me, can you hear me, can you. | |
| Midnight sailors can stay, | |
| We won' t send you away, | |
| See me here on my knees. | |
| You lie in the alley, with blood on your clothes. | |
| As fingers round your throat they close. | |
| Your cries of murder, splash on the walls | |
| As you die, you think about the injustice of it all. | |
| Can you hear me ... | |
| Hear me ... | |
| See satan' s daughters' red light, | |
| They have such good appetites, | |
| Another clown packs his drag ... |
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