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Ian Hunter
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Boy
作詞:Ian Hunter, Mick Rolson
Genocidal tendencies are silly to extreme After all you're still quite small You don't know where you've been
You was only swearing yesterday Oh you want to win the world away But now you got nothing to say
Boy you're getting out of hand You've got to make a stand So put the coke away
Boy you got the do the show Got to let the people know You got the strength to stay
I can see you run, I can see you hide Oh your heart is aching Lost in a dream of what might have been You're the guide, you're the number one And your knees are shakin' Stand and deliver in an endless dream
Schizophrenic, photogenic, aggravates me so Only yes men have a guess man Watch the spirit go
Batman zips the monster as he bleeds And gets up on the buzz he needs And a kid on the street just reads And reads and reads and reads And reads and reads and reads
Boy it's them hard case city blues Cagney is the news Does the giant ring a bell?
Boy it's the Hudson east river cruise It's the Empire State buffoons Oh you know the story well
Do you have to run, do you have to hide? There's a new tomorrow Yes, you're a mess but you're more than less When this battles won you can look inside もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com Oh you did not borrow Yes you're the best but you still can't rest
You know, you know the carnival is closed Your street's alive with ghosts But a friend says, 'Don't look back' Don't look back, don't look 'round Your vision is your fate Through long electric nights When a woman helps you write
Cheer up mate put the dramas in the past See you did not have to fast Euphemism lasts and lasts and lasts And lasts and lasts and lasts And lasts and lasts
Boy if you've got an axe to grind Be thankful for this time For it gives you what you need
Boy you've got an eighty eight to play It'll tell you what to say It'll tell you when to breathe
Boy take a turnpike heading west Turn the people on to beau geste 'Cause that's what you did the best
Boy play the pipes till they're old and worn Sing the words till they fall forlorn Like the pieces of a jigsaw jet
Boy shoot a rocket clean out of your brain No these people ain't the same You can hear another call
Boy the other book [Incomprehensible]know They don't show us how to grow They only show us how to win
And boy the secret's in the bicycle shed Ain't no answers now they're dead To seek is a mortal sin
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