| Song | Leave It to the Dogs |
| Artist | The Stranglers |
| Album | Stranglers in the Night |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Stranglers | |
| London is my town | |
| But now the wise man stays underground | |
| Above the creepers creep | |
| And a steal our spirit while we sleep | |
| Ancient photograph | |
| In sepia days our mothers laughed | |
| But now the face is blank | |
| They take it all and give none back | |
| I'm gonna leave it to the dogs | |
| Let them pick the bones | |
| Gonna leave it to the dogs | |
| I'm going home | |
| Beneath the skin of saints | |
| Little devils of worm their way | |
| Into our sacred heart | |
| And so the seed that tears first us apart | |
| Repeat chorus | |
| London is my town | |
| But now the wise man stays underground | |
| Above the creepers crawl | |
| And tear the house down wall to wall |
| zuo ci : Stranglers | |
| London is my town | |
| But now the wise man stays underground | |
| Above the creepers creep | |
| And a steal our spirit while we sleep | |
| Ancient photograph | |
| In sepia days our mothers laughed | |
| But now the face is blank | |
| They take it all and give none back | |
| I' m gonna leave it to the dogs | |
| Let them pick the bones | |
| Gonna leave it to the dogs | |
| I' m going home | |
| Beneath the skin of saints | |
| Little devils of worm their way | |
| Into our sacred heart | |
| And so the seed that tears first us apart | |
| Repeat chorus | |
| London is my town | |
| But now the wise man stays underground | |
| Above the creepers crawl | |
| And tear the house down wall to wall |
| zuò cí : Stranglers | |
| London is my town | |
| But now the wise man stays underground | |
| Above the creepers creep | |
| And a steal our spirit while we sleep | |
| Ancient photograph | |
| In sepia days our mothers laughed | |
| But now the face is blank | |
| They take it all and give none back | |
| I' m gonna leave it to the dogs | |
| Let them pick the bones | |
| Gonna leave it to the dogs | |
| I' m going home | |
| Beneath the skin of saints | |
| Little devils of worm their way | |
| Into our sacred heart | |
| And so the seed that tears first us apart | |
| Repeat chorus | |
| London is my town | |
| But now the wise man stays underground | |
| Above the creepers crawl | |
| And tear the house down wall to wall |