| Song | Too Much Rope |
| Artist | Roger Waters |
| Album | Flickering Flame: The Solo Years, Vol. 1 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Waters | |
| When the sleigh is heavy | |
| And the timber wolves are getting bold | |
| You look at your companions | |
| And test the water of their friendship | |
| With you toe | |
| They significantly edge | |
| Closer to the gold | |
| Each man has his price Bob | |
| And yours was pretty low | |
| History is short the sun just a minor star | |
| The poor man sells his kidneys | |
| In some colonial bazaar | |
| Que sera sera | |
| Is that your new Ferrari car | |
| Nice but I'll think I'll wait for the F50 | |
| You don't have to be a Jew | |
| To disapprove of murder | |
| Tears burn my eyes | |
| Moslem or Christians Mullah or Pope | |
| Preacher or poet who was it wrote | |
| Give any one species too much rope | |
| And they'll fuck it up | |
| And last night on TV | |
| A Vietnam vet | |
| Takes his beard and his pain | |
| And his alienation twenty years | |
| Back to Asia again | |
| Sees the monsters they made | |
| In formaldehyde floating 'round | |
| Meets a gook on a bike | |
| A good little tyke | |
| A nice enough guy | |
| With the same soldier's eyes | |
| Tears burn my eyes | |
| What does it mean | |
| This tearjerking scene | |
| Beamed into my home | |
| That it moves me so much | |
| Why all the fuss | |
| It's only two humans being | |
| It's only two humans being | |
| Tears burn my eyes | |
| What does it means | |
| This tender TV | |
| This tearjerking scene | |
| Beamed into my home | |
| You don't have to be a Jew | |
| To disapprove my murder | |
| Tears burn my eyes | |
| Moslem or Christian Mullah or Pope | |
| Preachers or poet who was it wrote | |
| Give any one species too much rope | |
| And they'll fuck it up |
| zuo ci : Waters | |
| When the sleigh is heavy | |
| And the timber wolves are getting bold | |
| You look at your companions | |
| And test the water of their friendship | |
| With you toe | |
| They significantly edge | |
| Closer to the gold | |
| Each man has his price Bob | |
| And yours was pretty low | |
| History is short the sun just a minor star | |
| The poor man sells his kidneys | |
| In some colonial bazaar | |
| Que sera sera | |
| Is that your new Ferrari car | |
| Nice but I' ll think I' ll wait for the F50 | |
| You don' t have to be a Jew | |
| To disapprove of murder | |
| Tears burn my eyes | |
| Moslem or Christians Mullah or Pope | |
| Preacher or poet who was it wrote | |
| Give any one species too much rope | |
| And they' ll fuck it up | |
| And last night on TV | |
| A Vietnam vet | |
| Takes his beard and his pain | |
| And his alienation twenty years | |
| Back to Asia again | |
| Sees the monsters they made | |
| In formaldehyde floating ' round | |
| Meets a gook on a bike | |
| A good little tyke | |
| A nice enough guy | |
| With the same soldier' s eyes | |
| Tears burn my eyes | |
| What does it mean | |
| This tearjerking scene | |
| Beamed into my home | |
| That it moves me so much | |
| Why all the fuss | |
| It' s only two humans being | |
| It' s only two humans being | |
| Tears burn my eyes | |
| What does it means | |
| This tender TV | |
| This tearjerking scene | |
| Beamed into my home | |
| You don' t have to be a Jew | |
| To disapprove my murder | |
| Tears burn my eyes | |
| Moslem or Christian Mullah or Pope | |
| Preachers or poet who was it wrote | |
| Give any one species too much rope | |
| And they' ll fuck it up |
| zuò cí : Waters | |
| When the sleigh is heavy | |
| And the timber wolves are getting bold | |
| You look at your companions | |
| And test the water of their friendship | |
| With you toe | |
| They significantly edge | |
| Closer to the gold | |
| Each man has his price Bob | |
| And yours was pretty low | |
| History is short the sun just a minor star | |
| The poor man sells his kidneys | |
| In some colonial bazaar | |
| Que sera sera | |
| Is that your new Ferrari car | |
| Nice but I' ll think I' ll wait for the F50 | |
| You don' t have to be a Jew | |
| To disapprove of murder | |
| Tears burn my eyes | |
| Moslem or Christians Mullah or Pope | |
| Preacher or poet who was it wrote | |
| Give any one species too much rope | |
| And they' ll fuck it up | |
| And last night on TV | |
| A Vietnam vet | |
| Takes his beard and his pain | |
| And his alienation twenty years | |
| Back to Asia again | |
| Sees the monsters they made | |
| In formaldehyde floating ' round | |
| Meets a gook on a bike | |
| A good little tyke | |
| A nice enough guy | |
| With the same soldier' s eyes | |
| Tears burn my eyes | |
| What does it mean | |
| This tearjerking scene | |
| Beamed into my home | |
| That it moves me so much | |
| Why all the fuss | |
| It' s only two humans being | |
| It' s only two humans being | |
| Tears burn my eyes | |
| What does it means | |
| This tender TV | |
| This tearjerking scene | |
| Beamed into my home | |
| You don' t have to be a Jew | |
| To disapprove my murder | |
| Tears burn my eyes | |
| Moslem or Christian Mullah or Pope | |
| Preachers or poet who was it wrote | |
| Give any one species too much rope | |
| And they' ll fuck it up |