| Song | The Death of Johnny Mooring |
| Artist | Enter the Haggis |
| Album | Gutter Anthems |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Buchanan, Enter The Haggis | |
| On a day like any other day | |
| Pavement turning red | |
| Johnny laid down in the alleyway | |
| Died with a song in his head | |
| A long, long way from Springhill | |
| In an unforgiving game | |
| Came by with an eye for the spotlights looking for a | |
| Place to make a name | |
| So risk all or don't risk anything | |
| You can lose all the same | |
| Johnny hit town on a windy day | |
| One morning in the fall | |
| Couldn't smell the grass or the trees for the paper mill | |
| Just another job and that was all | |
| Every night looks like the next one | |
| Every hotel in every town | |
| Maybe in a smile he found variety | |
| With a little rye to wash it down | |
| When he played he was an animal | |
| With a bow and roving eye, moving like a man undone, incredible | |
| Couldn't win but he could try | |
| That night he played like a warrior | |
| Like he never had before | |
| Maybe they were songs about a better life | |
| Than the one he'd settled for | |
| And by the time the night took Johnny | |
| He'd won his soul but lost a war | |
| Followed him out to the alleyway | |
| With a blade he was taken down | |
| He died so far from home and family | |
| In an unfamiliar town | |
| That night the sky had an open eye | |
| He was left there in the rain | |
| It washed his life to the shadows | |
| Before he even made a stain | |
| Johnny took his last bow running | |
| And never picked up a bow again |
| zuo qu : Buchanan, Enter The Haggis | |
| On a day like any other day | |
| Pavement turning red | |
| Johnny laid down in the alleyway | |
| Died with a song in his head | |
| A long, long way from Springhill | |
| In an unforgiving game | |
| Came by with an eye for the spotlights looking for a | |
| Place to make a name | |
| So risk all or don' t risk anything | |
| You can lose all the same | |
| Johnny hit town on a windy day | |
| One morning in the fall | |
| Couldn' t smell the grass or the trees for the paper mill | |
| Just another job and that was all | |
| Every night looks like the next one | |
| Every hotel in every town | |
| Maybe in a smile he found variety | |
| With a little rye to wash it down | |
| When he played he was an animal | |
| With a bow and roving eye, moving like a man undone, incredible | |
| Couldn' t win but he could try | |
| That night he played like a warrior | |
| Like he never had before | |
| Maybe they were songs about a better life | |
| Than the one he' d settled for | |
| And by the time the night took Johnny | |
| He' d won his soul but lost a war | |
| Followed him out to the alleyway | |
| With a blade he was taken down | |
| He died so far from home and family | |
| In an unfamiliar town | |
| That night the sky had an open eye | |
| He was left there in the rain | |
| It washed his life to the shadows | |
| Before he even made a stain | |
| Johnny took his last bow running | |
| And never picked up a bow again |
| zuò qǔ : Buchanan, Enter The Haggis | |
| On a day like any other day | |
| Pavement turning red | |
| Johnny laid down in the alleyway | |
| Died with a song in his head | |
| A long, long way from Springhill | |
| In an unforgiving game | |
| Came by with an eye for the spotlights looking for a | |
| Place to make a name | |
| So risk all or don' t risk anything | |
| You can lose all the same | |
| Johnny hit town on a windy day | |
| One morning in the fall | |
| Couldn' t smell the grass or the trees for the paper mill | |
| Just another job and that was all | |
| Every night looks like the next one | |
| Every hotel in every town | |
| Maybe in a smile he found variety | |
| With a little rye to wash it down | |
| When he played he was an animal | |
| With a bow and roving eye, moving like a man undone, incredible | |
| Couldn' t win but he could try | |
| That night he played like a warrior | |
| Like he never had before | |
| Maybe they were songs about a better life | |
| Than the one he' d settled for | |
| And by the time the night took Johnny | |
| He' d won his soul but lost a war | |
| Followed him out to the alleyway | |
| With a blade he was taken down | |
| He died so far from home and family | |
| In an unfamiliar town | |
| That night the sky had an open eye | |
| He was left there in the rain | |
| It washed his life to the shadows | |
| Before he even made a stain | |
| Johnny took his last bow running | |
| And never picked up a bow again |