| 作曲 : Gilbert, Hagerman, Schroder ... | |
| Oh this sacrament, | |
| Our lovers vows, | |
| You wear them like a holy shroud; | |
| And I can't get a word in; | |
| And I sit here, leering at you. | |
| I'm seeing things, through a young mothers eyes; | |
| As a poison sunrise, | |
| Is hanging in the sky, | |
| And I recognize this road, as the town where you was born. | |
| My hands are raw; | |
| From digging my own grave. | |
| My hands are raw; | |
| From digging my own grave. | |
| Now its morning in the cow town, | |
| Old man winter lets his hair down; | |
| And they're burning all in the dark | |
| Feels better when there's blood | |
| And the corner of the blue sky | |
| The slumlord hauls his guts out | |
| Said "I did it all for love"; | |
| We did it all for love! | |
| My hands are raw; | |
| From digging my own grave, | |
| My hands are raw; | |
| From digging my own grave. | |
| All your sacrament, | |
| My lovers vows, | |
| I fucked 'em up, | |
| Forget me now. | |
| They're squirmin' and I'm hearing, | |
| Watch the good life disappearing, | |
| I'm left dreaming in the treetops; | |
| With photo albums and the hairlocks. | |
| Your hypnotizing breathing, | |
| I'll surrender peacefully. | |
| My hands are raw; | |
| From digging my own grave, | |
| My hands are raw; | |
| From digging my own grave... |
| zuo qu : Gilbert, Hagerman, Schroder ... | |
| Oh this sacrament, | |
| Our lovers vows, | |
| You wear them like a holy shroud | |
| And I can' t get a word in | |
| And I sit here, leering at you. | |
| I' m seeing things, through a young mothers eyes | |
| As a poison sunrise, | |
| Is hanging in the sky, | |
| And I recognize this road, as the town where you was born. | |
| My hands are raw | |
| From digging my own grave. | |
| My hands are raw | |
| From digging my own grave. | |
| Now its morning in the cow town, | |
| Old man winter lets his hair down | |
| And they' re burning all in the dark | |
| Feels better when there' s blood | |
| And the corner of the blue sky | |
| The slumlord hauls his guts out | |
| Said " I did it all for love" | |
| We did it all for love! | |
| My hands are raw | |
| From digging my own grave, | |
| My hands are raw | |
| From digging my own grave. | |
| All your sacrament, | |
| My lovers vows, | |
| I fucked ' em up, | |
| Forget me now. | |
| They' re squirmin' and I' m hearing, | |
| Watch the good life disappearing, | |
| I' m left dreaming in the treetops | |
| With photo albums and the hairlocks. | |
| Your hypnotizing breathing, | |
| I' ll surrender peacefully. | |
| My hands are raw | |
| From digging my own grave, | |
| My hands are raw | |
| From digging my own grave... |
| zuò qǔ : Gilbert, Hagerman, Schroder ... | |
| Oh this sacrament, | |
| Our lovers vows, | |
| You wear them like a holy shroud | |
| And I can' t get a word in | |
| And I sit here, leering at you. | |
| I' m seeing things, through a young mothers eyes | |
| As a poison sunrise, | |
| Is hanging in the sky, | |
| And I recognize this road, as the town where you was born. | |
| My hands are raw | |
| From digging my own grave. | |
| My hands are raw | |
| From digging my own grave. | |
| Now its morning in the cow town, | |
| Old man winter lets his hair down | |
| And they' re burning all in the dark | |
| Feels better when there' s blood | |
| And the corner of the blue sky | |
| The slumlord hauls his guts out | |
| Said " I did it all for love" | |
| We did it all for love! | |
| My hands are raw | |
| From digging my own grave, | |
| My hands are raw | |
| From digging my own grave. | |
| All your sacrament, | |
| My lovers vows, | |
| I fucked ' em up, | |
| Forget me now. | |
| They' re squirmin' and I' m hearing, | |
| Watch the good life disappearing, | |
| I' m left dreaming in the treetops | |
| With photo albums and the hairlocks. | |
| Your hypnotizing breathing, | |
| I' ll surrender peacefully. | |
| My hands are raw | |
| From digging my own grave, | |
| My hands are raw | |
| From digging my own grave... |