| 作曲 : Gilbert, Hagerman, Schroder ... | |
| Well this is one place where | |
| Your gods can't dwell | |
| It's like walking in | |
| To the mouth of hell | |
| Sweating our dignities out on the subway | |
| At the beginning of another long, long day | |
| As for my mortal remains | |
| I couldn't care | |
| 'Cause when the day is done | |
| She'll be waiting here | |
| That's when I love the accommodations | |
| In a urine smelling transit station | |
| I'll move these rocks | |
| For you my love | |
| I will tear them up out of the Earth | |
| And I will bend my spine | |
| 'Til it's quitting time | |
| 'Cause I know what your time is worth | |
| And I'll give my days to the Neanderthals | |
| With the classic rock | |
| And the wrecking ball | |
| I'll go swimming in the wet concrete | |
| And I'll cast my pearls at the unpaved streets | |
| I don't mind the mental atrophy | |
| 'Cause when the lids come down, you're all I see | |
| You're like a lovely hallucination | |
| You get me through my current occupation | |
| I'll move these rocks | |
| For you my love | |
| I will tear them up out of the Earth | |
| And I will bend my spine | |
| 'Til it's quitting time | |
| 'Cause I know what your time is worth | |
| See I'm towering | |
| Above mortal men | |
| I'll emerge from the darkness | |
| And there you stand | |
| You're the Queen of all the surface streets | |
| I'm a wiener boy, that you're here to meet | |
| I don't need the money | |
| I couldn't care | |
| 'Cause everything I want is standing right here | |
| I would live on the street | |
| In a cardboard shack | |
| Just the worship the feet | |
| And the curve of your back | |
| You'll be my only preoccupation | |
| On a permanent vacation | |
| Now I will move these rocks | |
| For you my love | |
| I will tear them up out of the Earth | |
| And I will bend my spine | |
| 'Til it's quitting time | |
| 'Cause I know what your love is worth | |
| What your love is worth | |
| What your love is worth |
| zuo qu : Gilbert, Hagerman, Schroder ... | |
| Well this is one place where | |
| Your gods can' t dwell | |
| It' s like walking in | |
| To the mouth of hell | |
| Sweating our dignities out on the subway | |
| At the beginning of another long, long day | |
| As for my mortal remains | |
| I couldn' t care | |
| ' Cause when the day is done | |
| She' ll be waiting here | |
| That' s when I love the accommodations | |
| In a urine smelling transit station | |
| I' ll move these rocks | |
| For you my love | |
| I will tear them up out of the Earth | |
| And I will bend my spine | |
| ' Til it' s quitting time | |
| ' Cause I know what your time is worth | |
| And I' ll give my days to the Neanderthals | |
| With the classic rock | |
| And the wrecking ball | |
| I' ll go swimming in the wet concrete | |
| And I' ll cast my pearls at the unpaved streets | |
| I don' t mind the mental atrophy | |
| ' Cause when the lids come down, you' re all I see | |
| You' re like a lovely hallucination | |
| You get me through my current occupation | |
| I' ll move these rocks | |
| For you my love | |
| I will tear them up out of the Earth | |
| And I will bend my spine | |
| ' Til it' s quitting time | |
| ' Cause I know what your time is worth | |
| See I' m towering | |
| Above mortal men | |
| I' ll emerge from the darkness | |
| And there you stand | |
| You' re the Queen of all the surface streets | |
| I' m a wiener boy, that you' re here to meet | |
| I don' t need the money | |
| I couldn' t care | |
| ' Cause everything I want is standing right here | |
| I would live on the street | |
| In a cardboard shack | |
| Just the worship the feet | |
| And the curve of your back | |
| You' ll be my only preoccupation | |
| On a permanent vacation | |
| Now I will move these rocks | |
| For you my love | |
| I will tear them up out of the Earth | |
| And I will bend my spine | |
| ' Til it' s quitting time | |
| ' Cause I know what your love is worth | |
| What your love is worth | |
| What your love is worth |
| zuò qǔ : Gilbert, Hagerman, Schroder ... | |
| Well this is one place where | |
| Your gods can' t dwell | |
| It' s like walking in | |
| To the mouth of hell | |
| Sweating our dignities out on the subway | |
| At the beginning of another long, long day | |
| As for my mortal remains | |
| I couldn' t care | |
| ' Cause when the day is done | |
| She' ll be waiting here | |
| That' s when I love the accommodations | |
| In a urine smelling transit station | |
| I' ll move these rocks | |
| For you my love | |
| I will tear them up out of the Earth | |
| And I will bend my spine | |
| ' Til it' s quitting time | |
| ' Cause I know what your time is worth | |
| And I' ll give my days to the Neanderthals | |
| With the classic rock | |
| And the wrecking ball | |
| I' ll go swimming in the wet concrete | |
| And I' ll cast my pearls at the unpaved streets | |
| I don' t mind the mental atrophy | |
| ' Cause when the lids come down, you' re all I see | |
| You' re like a lovely hallucination | |
| You get me through my current occupation | |
| I' ll move these rocks | |
| For you my love | |
| I will tear them up out of the Earth | |
| And I will bend my spine | |
| ' Til it' s quitting time | |
| ' Cause I know what your time is worth | |
| See I' m towering | |
| Above mortal men | |
| I' ll emerge from the darkness | |
| And there you stand | |
| You' re the Queen of all the surface streets | |
| I' m a wiener boy, that you' re here to meet | |
| I don' t need the money | |
| I couldn' t care | |
| ' Cause everything I want is standing right here | |
| I would live on the street | |
| In a cardboard shack | |
| Just the worship the feet | |
| And the curve of your back | |
| You' ll be my only preoccupation | |
| On a permanent vacation | |
| Now I will move these rocks | |
| For you my love | |
| I will tear them up out of the Earth | |
| And I will bend my spine | |
| ' Til it' s quitting time | |
| ' Cause I know what your love is worth | |
| What your love is worth | |
| What your love is worth |