| Song | It's a Steal |
| Artist | Edwyn Collins |
| Album | I'm Not Following You |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Collins | |
| The first two chords I chanced upon | |
| Became the bedrock of this song | |
| Don't ask me where it all went wrong | |
| That's for you to sit and ponder upon | |
| Sometimes I'm thinking to myself | |
| Should have left my dreams upon the shelf | |
| I don't want to reveal too much about how I feel | |
| It's a steal | |
| I built my dreams on a bed o nails | |
| When the twilight fails I'll fall off the rails | |
| I might end up on that railside verge | |
| Where my conscience merged with a Celtic dirge | |
| When the black cap sings at the crack of dawn | |
| I'll be so far gone he won't hear me yawn | |
| It's not as if my boots are down at heel | |
| It's a steal | |
| Ho hum I might be dumb | |
| But I can't compete with you old chum | |
| I can't compete so I won't compete | |
| 'Cause I'm never gracious in defeat | |
| Sometimes I'm thinking to myself | |
| It's down to me and no one else | |
| And then I fall to earth and I get real | |
| It's a steal | |
| Ninety-nine new pence is fine | |
| But I draw the line at the one pound sign | |
| I draw a line that I dare not cross | |
| Where a rich man's gain is poor man's loss | |
| Where the outlaw gang in Lincoln green | |
| Work undercover for the Queen | |
| But it's just a yarn it's not as if it's real | |
| It's a steal | |
| Sometimes I'm thinking to myself | |
| Should have left my dreams upon the shelf | |
| (Tell me what you really want) |
| zuo ci : Collins | |
| The first two chords I chanced upon | |
| Became the bedrock of this song | |
| Don' t ask me where it all went wrong | |
| That' s for you to sit and ponder upon | |
| Sometimes I' m thinking to myself | |
| Should have left my dreams upon the shelf | |
| I don' t want to reveal too much about how I feel | |
| It' s a steal | |
| I built my dreams on a bed o nails | |
| When the twilight fails I' ll fall off the rails | |
| I might end up on that railside verge | |
| Where my conscience merged with a Celtic dirge | |
| When the black cap sings at the crack of dawn | |
| I' ll be so far gone he won' t hear me yawn | |
| It' s not as if my boots are down at heel | |
| It' s a steal | |
| Ho hum I might be dumb | |
| But I can' t compete with you old chum | |
| I can' t compete so I won' t compete | |
| ' Cause I' m never gracious in defeat | |
| Sometimes I' m thinking to myself | |
| It' s down to me and no one else | |
| And then I fall to earth and I get real | |
| It' s a steal | |
| Ninetynine new pence is fine | |
| But I draw the line at the one pound sign | |
| I draw a line that I dare not cross | |
| Where a rich man' s gain is poor man' s loss | |
| Where the outlaw gang in Lincoln green | |
| Work undercover for the Queen | |
| But it' s just a yarn it' s not as if it' s real | |
| It' s a steal | |
| Sometimes I' m thinking to myself | |
| Should have left my dreams upon the shelf | |
| Tell me what you really want |
| zuò cí : Collins | |
| The first two chords I chanced upon | |
| Became the bedrock of this song | |
| Don' t ask me where it all went wrong | |
| That' s for you to sit and ponder upon | |
| Sometimes I' m thinking to myself | |
| Should have left my dreams upon the shelf | |
| I don' t want to reveal too much about how I feel | |
| It' s a steal | |
| I built my dreams on a bed o nails | |
| When the twilight fails I' ll fall off the rails | |
| I might end up on that railside verge | |
| Where my conscience merged with a Celtic dirge | |
| When the black cap sings at the crack of dawn | |
| I' ll be so far gone he won' t hear me yawn | |
| It' s not as if my boots are down at heel | |
| It' s a steal | |
| Ho hum I might be dumb | |
| But I can' t compete with you old chum | |
| I can' t compete so I won' t compete | |
| ' Cause I' m never gracious in defeat | |
| Sometimes I' m thinking to myself | |
| It' s down to me and no one else | |
| And then I fall to earth and I get real | |
| It' s a steal | |
| Ninetynine new pence is fine | |
| But I draw the line at the one pound sign | |
| I draw a line that I dare not cross | |
| Where a rich man' s gain is poor man' s loss | |
| Where the outlaw gang in Lincoln green | |
| Work undercover for the Queen | |
| But it' s just a yarn it' s not as if it' s real | |
| It' s a steal | |
| Sometimes I' m thinking to myself | |
| Should have left my dreams upon the shelf | |
| Tell me what you really want |