| Song | Bracing For Sunday |
| Artist | Neko Case |
| Album | Truckdriver Gladiator Mule |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Paul Rigby/Neko Case |
| [00:10.81] | I dropped my gloves into the stove |
| [00:12.95] | Hymns echoed out the grate |
| [00:15.51] | I fell in love with those electric lights |
| [00:19.45] | That drug me into town so late |
| [00:22.46] | |
| [00:25.60] | To nimble, cunning, clever nights |
| [00:27.80] | I railed behind them, deputized |
| [00:30.43] | To scrape the lens of Christian eyes |
| [00:32.91] | |
| [00:33.22] | I'm a Friday night girl |
| [00:35.82] | Bracing for Sunday to come |
| [00:39.65] | |
| [00:48.22] | I only ever held one love |
| [00:50.59] | Her name was Mary Anne |
| [00:52.98] | She died having a child by her brother |
| [00:56.77] | He died because I murdered him |
| [00:59.94] | |
| [01:03.19] | I shot him through his jelly eye |
| [01:05.49] | And I won myself his wicked life |
| [01:07.84] | Now I thread-the-needle waltz through mine |
| [01:10.69] | |
| [01:10.96] | I'm a Friday night girl |
| [01:13.09] | Bracing for Sunday to come |
| [01:18.05] | |
| [01:27.77] | I emptied onto shifting sheets |
| [01:32.13] | Staring rosary holes in my ceiling |
| [01:37.55] | Waiting for my purpose to deliver |
| [01:40.96] | And reveal itself to me |
| [01:43.64] | But all I hear are subway trains |
| [01:46.10] | Bang against their bedrock lanes |
| [01:48.41] | So I bang a little too , |
| [01:50.52] | |
| [01:51.15] | I'm a Friday night girl |
| [01:53.71] | Bracing for Sunday to come |
| [01:58.92] | Bracing for Sunday to come |
| [02:03.71] |
| [00:00.00] | zuo qu : Paul Rigby Neko Case |
| [00:10.81] | I dropped my gloves into the stove |
| [00:12.95] | Hymns echoed out the grate |
| [00:15.51] | I fell in love with those electric lights |
| [00:19.45] | That drug me into town so late |
| [00:22.46] | |
| [00:25.60] | To nimble, cunning, clever nights |
| [00:27.80] | I railed behind them, deputized |
| [00:30.43] | To scrape the lens of Christian eyes |
| [00:32.91] | |
| [00:33.22] | I' m a Friday night girl |
| [00:35.82] | Bracing for Sunday to come |
| [00:39.65] | |
| [00:48.22] | I only ever held one love |
| [00:50.59] | Her name was Mary Anne |
| [00:52.98] | She died having a child by her brother |
| [00:56.77] | He died because I murdered him |
| [00:59.94] | |
| [01:03.19] | I shot him through his jelly eye |
| [01:05.49] | And I won myself his wicked life |
| [01:07.84] | Now I threadtheneedle waltz through mine |
| [01:10.69] | |
| [01:10.96] | I' m a Friday night girl |
| [01:13.09] | Bracing for Sunday to come |
| [01:18.05] | |
| [01:27.77] | I emptied onto shifting sheets |
| [01:32.13] | Staring rosary holes in my ceiling |
| [01:37.55] | Waiting for my purpose to deliver |
| [01:40.96] | And reveal itself to me |
| [01:43.64] | But all I hear are subway trains |
| [01:46.10] | Bang against their bedrock lanes |
| [01:48.41] | So I bang a little too , |
| [01:50.52] | |
| [01:51.15] | I' m a Friday night girl |
| [01:53.71] | Bracing for Sunday to come |
| [01:58.92] | Bracing for Sunday to come |
| [02:03.71] |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Paul Rigby Neko Case |
| [00:10.81] | I dropped my gloves into the stove |
| [00:12.95] | Hymns echoed out the grate |
| [00:15.51] | I fell in love with those electric lights |
| [00:19.45] | That drug me into town so late |
| [00:22.46] | |
| [00:25.60] | To nimble, cunning, clever nights |
| [00:27.80] | I railed behind them, deputized |
| [00:30.43] | To scrape the lens of Christian eyes |
| [00:32.91] | |
| [00:33.22] | I' m a Friday night girl |
| [00:35.82] | Bracing for Sunday to come |
| [00:39.65] | |
| [00:48.22] | I only ever held one love |
| [00:50.59] | Her name was Mary Anne |
| [00:52.98] | She died having a child by her brother |
| [00:56.77] | He died because I murdered him |
| [00:59.94] | |
| [01:03.19] | I shot him through his jelly eye |
| [01:05.49] | And I won myself his wicked life |
| [01:07.84] | Now I threadtheneedle waltz through mine |
| [01:10.69] | |
| [01:10.96] | I' m a Friday night girl |
| [01:13.09] | Bracing for Sunday to come |
| [01:18.05] | |
| [01:27.77] | I emptied onto shifting sheets |
| [01:32.13] | Staring rosary holes in my ceiling |
| [01:37.55] | Waiting for my purpose to deliver |
| [01:40.96] | And reveal itself to me |
| [01:43.64] | But all I hear are subway trains |
| [01:46.10] | Bang against their bedrock lanes |
| [01:48.41] | So I bang a little too , |
| [01:50.52] | |
| [01:51.15] | I' m a Friday night girl |
| [01:53.71] | Bracing for Sunday to come |
| [01:58.92] | Bracing for Sunday to come |
| [02:03.71] |