Pierrot Lunaire Lyrics

Song	Pierrot Lunaire
Artist	Momus
Album	Oskar Tennis Champion
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	作词 : Momus
	The string to his head
	The boss makes it nod
	The string to his mouth
	His mum pulls for food
	The string to his soul
	It leads up to God
	But who controls
	The string to his cock?
	In the bleak midwinter
	At the bottom of the stair
	I'll set myself on fire
	Pour petrol in my hair
	If he would ever notice
	If he would even care
	I'm just so bored .....
	Football on a Sunday
	Drinks after work
	Tuesday a D.J.
	Friday a jerk
	And what really matters?
	And who really cares?
	My lover's a puppet
	Pierrot Lunaire
	In the bleak midwinter
	At the bottom of the stair
	I'll set myself on fire
	Pour petrol in my hair
	If he would ever notice
	If he could even care
	I'm so bored with Pierrot Lunaire
	Others have boyfriends
	Boyfriends who care
	Of flesh and blood
	Not string and air
	They lay them on beds
	They whisper, "je t'aime"
	They take off their clothes
	And make love to them
	One day I'll cut my arms off
	And send them to him
	I'll sever my legs
	Suspend them from strings
	I'll be Polcinella
	We'll hang out so close
	My wooden cheek
	To his wooden nose
	In the bleak midwinter
	At the bottom of the stair
	I'll set myself on fire
	Pour petrol in my hair
	As if he'd even notice
	As if he'd ever care
	I'm so in love Pierrot Lunaire
	Lysergic Lysander
	Nodding his head
	A glittery panda
	That needs to be fed
	A Cantonese opera
	Performed at the zoo
	These foolish things
	Remind me of you
	And the puppet girls kiss you
	Up there on the moon
	They must know I miss you
	Please come back soon
	In the depths of midwinter
	At the bottom of the stair
	I'm on fire
	Pierrot Lunaire
	Au clair de la luna
	I know you'll never care
	I'll set myself on fire
	Pour petrol in my hair
	If you would ever notice
	If you could even care
	I'm in love with Pierrot Lunaire
	I know you can't cry so don't even try
	When you've cried as much as me, the tears roll by
	The years rain down, the tears don't dry
	They dangle from your chin like a memory
	I passed you on the stair, you're like, I swear
	Who's been sleeping in baby bear's lair?
	How's Cruel Frederick, is anybody there?
	The Nosferatu puppet with corkscrew hair?
	The nest of baby spiders underneath the chair?
	All the survivors of the massacre
	All the little friends of Henry Darger
	Living large but dreaming larger
	Patience is a virtue and virtue is a grace
	And Grace is a little girl who slaps your face
	I know you can't cry so don't even try
	When you've cried as much as me, the tears roll by
	The years rain down, the tears don't dry
	They dangle from your chin like a memory
	All the little tears going down the drain
	Here we go again

	zuo ci : Momus
	The string to his head
	The boss makes it nod
	The string to his mouth
	His mum pulls for food
	The string to his soul
	It leads up to God
	But who controls
	The string to his cock?
	In the bleak midwinter
	At the bottom of the stair
	I' ll set myself on fire
	Pour petrol in my hair
	If he would ever notice
	If he would even care
	I' m just so bored .....
	Football on a Sunday
	Drinks after work
	Tuesday a D. J.
	Friday a jerk
	And what really matters?
	And who really cares?
	My lover' s a puppet
	Pierrot Lunaire
	In the bleak midwinter
	At the bottom of the stair
	I' ll set myself on fire
	Pour petrol in my hair
	If he would ever notice
	If he could even care
	I' m so bored with Pierrot Lunaire
	Others have boyfriends
	Boyfriends who care
	Of flesh and blood
	Not string and air
	They lay them on beds
	They whisper, " je t' aime"
	They take off their clothes
	And make love to them
	One day I' ll cut my arms off
	And send them to him
	I' ll sever my legs
	Suspend them from strings
	I' ll be Polcinella
	We' ll hang out so close
	My wooden cheek
	To his wooden nose
	In the bleak midwinter
	At the bottom of the stair
	I' ll set myself on fire
	Pour petrol in my hair
	As if he' d even notice
	As if he' d ever care
	I' m so in love Pierrot Lunaire
	Lysergic Lysander
	Nodding his head
	A glittery panda
	That needs to be fed
	A Cantonese opera
	Performed at the zoo
	These foolish things
	Remind me of you
	And the puppet girls kiss you
	Up there on the moon
	They must know I miss you
	Please come back soon
	In the depths of midwinter
	At the bottom of the stair
	I' m on fire
	Pierrot Lunaire
	Au clair de la luna
	I know you' ll never care
	I' ll set myself on fire
	Pour petrol in my hair
	If you would ever notice
	If you could even care
	I' m in love with Pierrot Lunaire
	I know you can' t cry so don' t even try
	When you' ve cried as much as me, the tears roll by
	The years rain down, the tears don' t dry
	They dangle from your chin like a memory
	I passed you on the stair, you' re like, I swear
	Who' s been sleeping in baby bear' s lair?
	How' s Cruel Frederick, is anybody there?
	The Nosferatu puppet with corkscrew hair?
	The nest of baby spiders underneath the chair?
	All the survivors of the massacre
	All the little friends of Henry Darger
	Living large but dreaming larger
	Patience is a virtue and virtue is a grace
	And Grace is a little girl who slaps your face
	I know you can' t cry so don' t even try
	When you' ve cried as much as me, the tears roll by
	The years rain down, the tears don' t dry
	They dangle from your chin like a memory
	All the little tears going down the drain
	Here we go again

	zuò cí : Momus
	The string to his head
	The boss makes it nod
	The string to his mouth
	His mum pulls for food
	The string to his soul
	It leads up to God
	But who controls
	The string to his cock?
	In the bleak midwinter
	At the bottom of the stair
	I' ll set myself on fire
	Pour petrol in my hair
	If he would ever notice
	If he would even care
	I' m just so bored .....
	Football on a Sunday
	Drinks after work
	Tuesday a D. J.
	Friday a jerk
	And what really matters?
	And who really cares?
	My lover' s a puppet
	Pierrot Lunaire
	In the bleak midwinter
	At the bottom of the stair
	I' ll set myself on fire
	Pour petrol in my hair
	If he would ever notice
	If he could even care
	I' m so bored with Pierrot Lunaire
	Others have boyfriends
	Boyfriends who care
	Of flesh and blood
	Not string and air
	They lay them on beds
	They whisper, " je t' aime"
	They take off their clothes
	And make love to them
	One day I' ll cut my arms off
	And send them to him
	I' ll sever my legs
	Suspend them from strings
	I' ll be Polcinella
	We' ll hang out so close
	My wooden cheek
	To his wooden nose
	In the bleak midwinter
	At the bottom of the stair
	I' ll set myself on fire
	Pour petrol in my hair
	As if he' d even notice
	As if he' d ever care
	I' m so in love Pierrot Lunaire
	Lysergic Lysander
	Nodding his head
	A glittery panda
	That needs to be fed
	A Cantonese opera
	Performed at the zoo
	These foolish things
	Remind me of you
	And the puppet girls kiss you
	Up there on the moon
	They must know I miss you
	Please come back soon
	In the depths of midwinter
	At the bottom of the stair
	I' m on fire
	Pierrot Lunaire
	Au clair de la luna
	I know you' ll never care
	I' ll set myself on fire
	Pour petrol in my hair
	If you would ever notice
	If you could even care
	I' m in love with Pierrot Lunaire
	I know you can' t cry so don' t even try
	When you' ve cried as much as me, the tears roll by
	The years rain down, the tears don' t dry
	They dangle from your chin like a memory
	I passed you on the stair, you' re like, I swear
	Who' s been sleeping in baby bear' s lair?
	How' s Cruel Frederick, is anybody there?
	The Nosferatu puppet with corkscrew hair?
	The nest of baby spiders underneath the chair?
	All the survivors of the massacre
	All the little friends of Henry Darger
	Living large but dreaming larger
	Patience is a virtue and virtue is a grace
	And Grace is a little girl who slaps your face
	I know you can' t cry so don' t even try
	When you' ve cried as much as me, the tears roll by
	The years rain down, the tears don' t dry
	They dangle from your chin like a memory
	All the little tears going down the drain
	Here we go again

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