Suit of Lights

Suit of Lights Lyrics

Song	Suit of Lights
Artist	Elvis Costello
Album	King of America
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	作词 : MacManus
	While Nat
	King Cole sings, '
	Welcome To
	My World'You request some song you hate, you sentimental fool
	And it's the force of habit, if it moves, then you fuck it
	If it doesn't move, you stab it
	And I thought
	I heard 'The
	Working Man's
	Blues'He went out to work that night and wasted his breath
	Outside there was a public execution
	Inside he died a thousand deaths
	And they pulled him out of the cold, cold ground
	And they pulled him out of the cold, cold ground
	And they pulled him out of the cold, cold ground
	And they put him in a suit of lights
	In the perforated first editions
	Where they advocate the hangman's noose
	Then tell the sorry tale of the spent
	PrincessHer uncouth escort looking down her dress
	Anyway, they say that she wears the trousers
	And learnt everything that she does
	And doesn't know if she should tell him yes
	Or let him go
	And they pulled him out of the cold, cold ground
	And they pulled him out of the cold, cold ground
	And they pulled him out of the cold, cold ground
	And they put him in a suit of lights
	Well, it's a dog's life in a rope leash or a diamond collar
	It's enough to make you think right now, but you don't bother
	For goodness sake as you cry and shake
	Let's keep you face down in the dirt where you belong
	And think of all the pleasure that it brings
	Though you know that it's wrong
	And there's still life in your body
	But most of it's leaving
	Can't you give us all a break
	Can't you stop breathing
	And I thought
	I heard 'The
	Working Man's
	Blues'I went to work that night and wasted my breath
	Outside they're painting tar on somebody
	It's the closest to a work of art that they will ever be
	And they pulled him out of the cold, cold ground
	And they pulled him out of the cold, cold ground
	And they pulled him out of the cold, cold ground
	And they put him in a suit of lights
	And they put him in a suit of lights

	zuo ci : MacManus
	While Nat
	King Cole sings, '
	Welcome To
	My World' You request some song you hate, you sentimental fool
	And it' s the force of habit, if it moves, then you fuck it
	If it doesn' t move, you stab it
	And I thought
	I heard ' The
	Working Man' s
	Blues' He went out to work that night and wasted his breath
	Outside there was a public execution
	Inside he died a thousand deaths
	And they pulled him out of the cold, cold ground
	And they pulled him out of the cold, cold ground
	And they pulled him out of the cold, cold ground
	And they put him in a suit of lights
	In the perforated first editions
	Where they advocate the hangman' s noose
	Then tell the sorry tale of the spent
	PrincessHer uncouth escort looking down her dress
	Anyway, they say that she wears the trousers
	And learnt everything that she does
	And doesn' t know if she should tell him yes
	Or let him go
	And they pulled him out of the cold, cold ground
	And they pulled him out of the cold, cold ground
	And they pulled him out of the cold, cold ground
	And they put him in a suit of lights
	Well, it' s a dog' s life in a rope leash or a diamond collar
	It' s enough to make you think right now, but you don' t bother
	For goodness sake as you cry and shake
	Let' s keep you face down in the dirt where you belong
	And think of all the pleasure that it brings
	Though you know that it' s wrong
	And there' s still life in your body
	But most of it' s leaving
	Can' t you give us all a break
	Can' t you stop breathing
	And I thought
	I heard ' The
	Working Man' s
	Blues' I went to work that night and wasted my breath
	Outside they' re painting tar on somebody
	It' s the closest to a work of art that they will ever be
	And they pulled him out of the cold, cold ground
	And they pulled him out of the cold, cold ground
	And they pulled him out of the cold, cold ground
	And they put him in a suit of lights
	And they put him in a suit of lights

	zuò cí : MacManus
	While Nat
	King Cole sings, '
	Welcome To
	My World' You request some song you hate, you sentimental fool
	And it' s the force of habit, if it moves, then you fuck it
	If it doesn' t move, you stab it
	And I thought
	I heard ' The
	Working Man' s
	Blues' He went out to work that night and wasted his breath
	Outside there was a public execution
	Inside he died a thousand deaths
	And they pulled him out of the cold, cold ground
	And they pulled him out of the cold, cold ground
	And they pulled him out of the cold, cold ground
	And they put him in a suit of lights
	In the perforated first editions
	Where they advocate the hangman' s noose
	Then tell the sorry tale of the spent
	PrincessHer uncouth escort looking down her dress
	Anyway, they say that she wears the trousers
	And learnt everything that she does
	And doesn' t know if she should tell him yes
	Or let him go
	And they pulled him out of the cold, cold ground
	And they pulled him out of the cold, cold ground
	And they pulled him out of the cold, cold ground
	And they put him in a suit of lights
	Well, it' s a dog' s life in a rope leash or a diamond collar
	It' s enough to make you think right now, but you don' t bother
	For goodness sake as you cry and shake
	Let' s keep you face down in the dirt where you belong
	And think of all the pleasure that it brings
	Though you know that it' s wrong
	And there' s still life in your body
	But most of it' s leaving
	Can' t you give us all a break
	Can' t you stop breathing
	And I thought
	I heard ' The
	Working Man' s
	Blues' I went to work that night and wasted my breath
	Outside they' re painting tar on somebody
	It' s the closest to a work of art that they will ever be
	And they pulled him out of the cold, cold ground
	And they pulled him out of the cold, cold ground
	And they pulled him out of the cold, cold ground
	And they put him in a suit of lights
	And they put him in a suit of lights

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