Little Palaces Lyrics

Song	Little Palaces
Artist	Elvis Costello
Album	King of America
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	作词 : MacManus
	In chocolate town all the trains are painted brown
	On the silver paper of the wrapper there's a dapper little man
	And he wears a wax mustache that he twists with nicotine fingers
	As he drops his cigarette ash and someone comes and sweeps it up
	And then he doffs his cap and there's a rat in someones bedroom
	And they're shutting someones trap
	And they'll soon be pulling down the little palaces
	And the doors swing back and forward, from the past into the present
	And the bedside crucifixion turns from wood to phosphorescent
	And they're moving problem families from the south up to the north
	Mothers crying over some soft soap opera divorce
	And you say you didn't do it, but you know you did of course
	And they'll soon be pulling down the little palaces
	It's like shouting in a matchbox, filled with plasterboard and hope
	Like a picture of
	Prince William in the arms of
	John the Pope
	There's a world of good intentions and pity in their eyes
	The sedated homes of
	England are their's to vandalize
	So you knock the kids about a bit, because they've got your name
	And you knock the kids about a bit, until they feel the same
	And they feel like knocking down the little palaces
	You're the twinkle in your daddy's eye, a name you spray and scribble
	You made the girls all turn their heads and in turn they made you miserable
	To be the heir apparent, to the kingdom of the invisible
	So you knock the kids about a bit because they've got your name
	And you knock the kids about a bit, until they feel the same
	And they feel like knocking down the little palaces

	zuo ci : MacManus
	In chocolate town all the trains are painted brown
	On the silver paper of the wrapper there' s a dapper little man
	And he wears a wax mustache that he twists with nicotine fingers
	As he drops his cigarette ash and someone comes and sweeps it up
	And then he doffs his cap and there' s a rat in someones bedroom
	And they' re shutting someones trap
	And they' ll soon be pulling down the little palaces
	And the doors swing back and forward, from the past into the present
	And the bedside crucifixion turns from wood to phosphorescent
	And they' re moving problem families from the south up to the north
	Mothers crying over some soft soap opera divorce
	And you say you didn' t do it, but you know you did of course
	And they' ll soon be pulling down the little palaces
	It' s like shouting in a matchbox, filled with plasterboard and hope
	Like a picture of
	Prince William in the arms of
	John the Pope
	There' s a world of good intentions and pity in their eyes
	The sedated homes of
	England are their' s to vandalize
	So you knock the kids about a bit, because they' ve got your name
	And you knock the kids about a bit, until they feel the same
	And they feel like knocking down the little palaces
	You' re the twinkle in your daddy' s eye, a name you spray and scribble
	You made the girls all turn their heads and in turn they made you miserable
	To be the heir apparent, to the kingdom of the invisible
	So you knock the kids about a bit because they' ve got your name
	And you knock the kids about a bit, until they feel the same
	And they feel like knocking down the little palaces

	zuò cí : MacManus
	In chocolate town all the trains are painted brown
	On the silver paper of the wrapper there' s a dapper little man
	And he wears a wax mustache that he twists with nicotine fingers
	As he drops his cigarette ash and someone comes and sweeps it up
	And then he doffs his cap and there' s a rat in someones bedroom
	And they' re shutting someones trap
	And they' ll soon be pulling down the little palaces
	And the doors swing back and forward, from the past into the present
	And the bedside crucifixion turns from wood to phosphorescent
	And they' re moving problem families from the south up to the north
	Mothers crying over some soft soap opera divorce
	And you say you didn' t do it, but you know you did of course
	And they' ll soon be pulling down the little palaces
	It' s like shouting in a matchbox, filled with plasterboard and hope
	Like a picture of
	Prince William in the arms of
	John the Pope
	There' s a world of good intentions and pity in their eyes
	The sedated homes of
	England are their' s to vandalize
	So you knock the kids about a bit, because they' ve got your name
	And you knock the kids about a bit, until they feel the same
	And they feel like knocking down the little palaces
	You' re the twinkle in your daddy' s eye, a name you spray and scribble
	You made the girls all turn their heads and in turn they made you miserable
	To be the heir apparent, to the kingdom of the invisible
	So you knock the kids about a bit because they' ve got your name
	And you knock the kids about a bit, until they feel the same
	And they feel like knocking down the little palaces

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