| Song | Damn It Rose |
| Artist | Don Henley |
| Album | Inside Job |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Henley, Lynch | |
| (Don Henley/Stan Lynch) | |
| Maybe just a good night's sleep | |
| Would have changed your troubled mind | |
| From that rather permanent decision | |
| So tragic, so unkind | |
| Now, pain is what you've given | |
| And sleep is what you'll get | |
| So far away from that sweet baby child | |
| Who hardly knew you yet | |
| Now he'll grow up to be a fighter | |
| Full of anger, full of shame | |
| Like all the other haunted children | |
| Who wonder why they came | |
| And he'll be in and out of trouble | |
| Until he stands up or he falls | |
| But there will always be a shadow there | |
| No matter how it goes | |
| Damn it, Rose | |
| Is this another cryptic message | |
| Or some kind of cosmic quiz | |
| If there's a lesson to be learned from this | |
| Well, I don't know what it is | |
| You could have given us the finger | |
| Much more constructively than that | |
| Now I sit here with the | |
| MTV And your bloated, | |
| Burmese cat | |
| We're being treated to the wisdom | |
| Of some puffed up little fart | |
| Doing exactly what | |
| I used to do— | |
| Pretentions to anarchy and art | |
| He speaks the language of a warrior | |
| He mounts his misinformed attack | |
| He wears the clothes of a dissenter | |
| But there's a logo on his back | |
| And it's a hollow rebellion | |
| As rebellions mostly are | |
| It's just another raging tempest in a jar | |
| And the seasons keep on changing | |
| And the wind blows hot and cold | |
| Wish that you were here with us to watch this tide | |
| As it ebbs and flows | |
| Damn it, Rose |
| zuo ci : Henley, Lynch | |
| Don Henley Stan Lynch | |
| Maybe just a good night' s sleep | |
| Would have changed your troubled mind | |
| From that rather permanent decision | |
| So tragic, so unkind | |
| Now, pain is what you' ve given | |
| And sleep is what you' ll get | |
| So far away from that sweet baby child | |
| Who hardly knew you yet | |
| Now he' ll grow up to be a fighter | |
| Full of anger, full of shame | |
| Like all the other haunted children | |
| Who wonder why they came | |
| And he' ll be in and out of trouble | |
| Until he stands up or he falls | |
| But there will always be a shadow there | |
| No matter how it goes | |
| Damn it, Rose | |
| Is this another cryptic message | |
| Or some kind of cosmic quiz | |
| If there' s a lesson to be learned from this | |
| Well, I don' t know what it is | |
| You could have given us the finger | |
| Much more constructively than that | |
| Now I sit here with the | |
| MTV And your bloated, | |
| Burmese cat | |
| We' re being treated to the wisdom | |
| Of some puffed up little fart | |
| Doing exactly what | |
| I used to do | |
| Pretentions to anarchy and art | |
| He speaks the language of a warrior | |
| He mounts his misinformed attack | |
| He wears the clothes of a dissenter | |
| But there' s a logo on his back | |
| And it' s a hollow rebellion | |
| As rebellions mostly are | |
| It' s just another raging tempest in a jar | |
| And the seasons keep on changing | |
| And the wind blows hot and cold | |
| Wish that you were here with us to watch this tide | |
| As it ebbs and flows | |
| Damn it, Rose |
| zuò cí : Henley, Lynch | |
| Don Henley Stan Lynch | |
| Maybe just a good night' s sleep | |
| Would have changed your troubled mind | |
| From that rather permanent decision | |
| So tragic, so unkind | |
| Now, pain is what you' ve given | |
| And sleep is what you' ll get | |
| So far away from that sweet baby child | |
| Who hardly knew you yet | |
| Now he' ll grow up to be a fighter | |
| Full of anger, full of shame | |
| Like all the other haunted children | |
| Who wonder why they came | |
| And he' ll be in and out of trouble | |
| Until he stands up or he falls | |
| But there will always be a shadow there | |
| No matter how it goes | |
| Damn it, Rose | |
| Is this another cryptic message | |
| Or some kind of cosmic quiz | |
| If there' s a lesson to be learned from this | |
| Well, I don' t know what it is | |
| You could have given us the finger | |
| Much more constructively than that | |
| Now I sit here with the | |
| MTV And your bloated, | |
| Burmese cat | |
| We' re being treated to the wisdom | |
| Of some puffed up little fart | |
| Doing exactly what | |
| I used to do | |
| Pretentions to anarchy and art | |
| He speaks the language of a warrior | |
| He mounts his misinformed attack | |
| He wears the clothes of a dissenter | |
| But there' s a logo on his back | |
| And it' s a hollow rebellion | |
| As rebellions mostly are | |
| It' s just another raging tempest in a jar | |
| And the seasons keep on changing | |
| And the wind blows hot and cold | |
| Wish that you were here with us to watch this tide | |
| As it ebbs and flows | |
| Damn it, Rose |