| Song | The Moon Upstairs |
| Artist | Mott the Hoople |
| Album | Brain Capers [Bonus Tracks] |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hunter, Ralphs | |
| (ian hunter/mick ralphs) | |
| Well my brother he was a drinking man | |
| And i asked him for release | |
| He said this won't do you no good | |
| And sent for the police | |
| Well they busted me for nothing | |
| Cos they said i was insane | |
| So they let my body go | |
| But they locked away my brain | |
| Well i wandered freely as a bird that had broken both its wings | |
| And i hated them and they hated me and i hated everthing | |
| And i realise that to survive well my body is not mine | |
| And i feel neglected feel rejected | |
| Living in the wrong time | |
| And to those of you who always laugh | |
| Let this be your epitaph | |
| And my head is down and i'm called a clown by comedians that grace | |
| The living stage of every page of worthless meaningless space | |
| But i swear to you before we're though you're gonna feel our every blow | |
| We ain't bleeding you we're feeding you but you're too f*cking slow | |
| And to those of you who always laugh | |
| Let this be your epitaph |
| zuo ci : Hunter, Ralphs | |
| ian hunter mick ralphs | |
| Well my brother he was a drinking man | |
| And i asked him for release | |
| He said this won' t do you no good | |
| And sent for the police | |
| Well they busted me for nothing | |
| Cos they said i was insane | |
| So they let my body go | |
| But they locked away my brain | |
| Well i wandered freely as a bird that had broken both its wings | |
| And i hated them and they hated me and i hated everthing | |
| And i realise that to survive well my body is not mine | |
| And i feel neglected feel rejected | |
| Living in the wrong time | |
| And to those of you who always laugh | |
| Let this be your epitaph | |
| And my head is down and i' m called a clown by comedians that grace | |
| The living stage of every page of worthless meaningless space | |
| But i swear to you before we' re though you' re gonna feel our every blow | |
| We ain' t bleeding you we' re feeding you but you' re too f cking slow | |
| And to those of you who always laugh | |
| Let this be your epitaph |
| zuò cí : Hunter, Ralphs | |
| ian hunter mick ralphs | |
| Well my brother he was a drinking man | |
| And i asked him for release | |
| He said this won' t do you no good | |
| And sent for the police | |
| Well they busted me for nothing | |
| Cos they said i was insane | |
| So they let my body go | |
| But they locked away my brain | |
| Well i wandered freely as a bird that had broken both its wings | |
| And i hated them and they hated me and i hated everthing | |
| And i realise that to survive well my body is not mine | |
| And i feel neglected feel rejected | |
| Living in the wrong time | |
| And to those of you who always laugh | |
| Let this be your epitaph | |
| And my head is down and i' m called a clown by comedians that grace | |
| The living stage of every page of worthless meaningless space | |
| But i swear to you before we' re though you' re gonna feel our every blow | |
| We ain' t bleeding you we' re feeding you but you' re too f cking slow | |
| And to those of you who always laugh | |
| Let this be your epitaph |