| 作曲 : Cursive | |
| The furnace burns, the baby turns | |
| She cries when she's hungry | |
| The morning paper will knock the door | |
| To interrupt their slumbers | |
| But are you satisfied tonight, oh, trader's wife? | |
| Does he neglect you? | |
| Crawling bar stools and touching the girls | |
| As you wash their smell from his clothes | |
| They shoot the horses when they're too old to race | |
| (The bull, the bear, the bull) x2 | |
| And so, my dear, is there room in bed for me? | |
| (The bear, the bull, the bear, the morning paper will declare) | |
| The setting Sun has etched lines upon this face | |
| (The bull, the bear, the bull) x2 | |
| Shades of red of a furious defeat | |
| (The bull, the bear, the bull) x2 | |
| Are you satisfied tonight, oh, trader's wife? | |
| As he thinks to you: | |
| "I don't know you anymore, | |
| And I can't breathe in this apartment" | |
| Sleep, my Sweetie, let the days expire | |
| They've outnumbered you | |
| Hold me sweetly, like the days we bled with love | |
| A red so deep we sunk | |
| We sunk... |
| zuo qu : Cursive | |
| The furnace burns, the baby turns | |
| She cries when she' s hungry | |
| The morning paper will knock the door | |
| To interrupt their slumbers | |
| But are you satisfied tonight, oh, trader' s wife? | |
| Does he neglect you? | |
| Crawling bar stools and touching the girls | |
| As you wash their smell from his clothes | |
| They shoot the horses when they' re too old to race | |
| The bull, the bear, the bull x2 | |
| And so, my dear, is there room in bed for me? | |
| The bear, the bull, the bear, the morning paper will declare | |
| The setting Sun has etched lines upon this face | |
| The bull, the bear, the bull x2 | |
| Shades of red of a furious defeat | |
| The bull, the bear, the bull x2 | |
| Are you satisfied tonight, oh, trader' s wife? | |
| As he thinks to you: | |
| " I don' t know you anymore, | |
| And I can' t breathe in this apartment" | |
| Sleep, my Sweetie, let the days expire | |
| They' ve outnumbered you | |
| Hold me sweetly, like the days we bled with love | |
| A red so deep we sunk | |
| We sunk... |
| zuò qǔ : Cursive | |
| The furnace burns, the baby turns | |
| She cries when she' s hungry | |
| The morning paper will knock the door | |
| To interrupt their slumbers | |
| But are you satisfied tonight, oh, trader' s wife? | |
| Does he neglect you? | |
| Crawling bar stools and touching the girls | |
| As you wash their smell from his clothes | |
| They shoot the horses when they' re too old to race | |
| The bull, the bear, the bull x2 | |
| And so, my dear, is there room in bed for me? | |
| The bear, the bull, the bear, the morning paper will declare | |
| The setting Sun has etched lines upon this face | |
| The bull, the bear, the bull x2 | |
| Shades of red of a furious defeat | |
| The bull, the bear, the bull x2 | |
| Are you satisfied tonight, oh, trader' s wife? | |
| As he thinks to you: | |
| " I don' t know you anymore, | |
| And I can' t breathe in this apartment" | |
| Sleep, my Sweetie, let the days expire | |
| They' ve outnumbered you | |
| Hold me sweetly, like the days we bled with love | |
| A red so deep we sunk | |
| We sunk... |