The Sinking Ship the Grand Applause

Song	The Sinking Ship the Grand Applause
Artist	The Paper Chase
Album	God Bless Your Black Heart

	作曲 : Congleton
	Grandfather burned up to ash and returned to the earth which spawned
	This nefarious prank that’s controlled by the length of his arms
	And the kindred is gathered by coffin and chaplain on his behalf
	And a discreet tender man clears his throat, waves his hand following a laugh
	And the band plays on
	Like a fat baby’s birth like a cry and curse at the breathing space
	While the mother rejoices ten fingers ten toes and a handsome face
	And the family is gasping each one can’t help asking, “
	How was it my dear?”
	Like a scorn for the born that was torn
	And deformed for the next cruel years
	And the band plays on
	So I’ll cut you all open and see what’s inside you or what’s missing
	While this virgin your daughter skirt down the altar
	She don’t owe you a goddamn thing
	Cause she’s gorgeous
	I’ll take her to the house by the lake where
	I write her a song
	While you fat pigs with call-girls
	They dance in the ballrooms shaking their wallets at god
	And the notes fill the pages as
	I scramble to paste up my bleeding heart
	And this sick song moves on if you’re lucky lifelong you can sing a part
	As it falls apart

	zuò qǔ : Congleton
	Grandfather burned up to ash and returned to the earth which spawned
	This nefarious prank that' s controlled by the length of his arms
	And the kindred is gathered by coffin and chaplain on his behalf
	And a discreet tender man clears his throat, waves his hand following a laugh
	And the band plays on
	Like a fat baby' s birth like a cry and curse at the breathing space
	While the mother rejoices ten fingers ten toes and a handsome face
	And the family is gasping each one can' t help asking, "
	How was it my dear?"
	Like a scorn for the born that was torn
	And deformed for the next cruel years
	And the band plays on
	So I' ll cut you all open and see what' s inside you or what' s missing
	While this virgin your daughter skirt down the altar
	She don' t owe you a goddamn thing
	Cause she' s gorgeous
	I' ll take her to the house by the lake where
	I write her a song
	While you fat pigs with callgirls
	They dance in the ballrooms shaking their wallets at god
	And the notes fill the pages as
	I scramble to paste up my bleeding heart
	And this sick song moves on if you' re lucky lifelong you can sing a part
	As it falls apart