Holy Smoke (2005) - Los Campesinos!.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作词 : Tom Bromley/Gareth Paisey
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Tom Bromley/Gareth Paisey
[00:25.388] From the other side of gender-neutral bathroom stall
[00:30.702] "Of all the assholes in this town I hate him most of all"
[00:36.202] Every vodka mixer in the club was not enough
[00:40.728] Nowadays, it's Live Laugh Love and listen to Death From Above
[00:46.600] Forward, morning after
[00:51.681] Cleanse your sins inside a dock dry bath tub
[00:56.060] Between the hunt sabs, ACABs, sobbing, being sick
[01:01.788] Hearing your name in the chorus left me prostrate in the pit
[01:07.576] There is nothing here to set the scene
[01:12.406] No notable geography, or pathetic fallacy
[01:17.902] You're the only thought in my head
[01:23.104] You're the only thought I've got left in my head
[01:32.643] Don't get me wrong I love my friends' kids, sure they'll grow to be good leftists
[01:38.182] Bet they'll make their parents proud and make the best of what they're left with
[01:43.543] But they don't buy the beers I drink, and they don't drink the beers I buy
[01:49.244] No children and no profession, walking dead at thirty-seven
[01:54.396] Forward, morning after
[01:59.608] Naked if not for two blister plasters
[02:03.840] She held a cold can of Summer Fruits between her warm thighs
[02:09.526] Condensation glistens, sweat beads drip into my eyes
[02:15.106] She's turning me to God, no joke
[02:18.032] Mother, daughter, holy smoke
[02:20.726] There is nothing here to set the scene
[02:25.550] No notable geography, or pathetic fallacy
[02:31.052] You're the only thought in my head
[02:36.230] You're the only thought I've got left in my head

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作词 : Tom Bromley/Gareth Paisey
作曲 : Tom Bromley/Gareth Paisey
From the other side of gender-neutral bathroom stall
"Of all the assholes in this town I hate him most of all"
Every vodka mixer in the club was not enough
Nowadays, it's Live Laugh Love and listen to Death From Above
Forward, morning after
Cleanse your sins inside a dock dry bath tub
Between the hunt sabs, ACABs, sobbing, being sick
Hearing your name in the chorus left me prostrate in the pit
There is nothing here to set the scene
No notable geography, or pathetic fallacy
You're the only thought in my head
You're the only thought I've got left in my head
Don't get me wrong I love my friends' kids, sure they'll grow to be good leftists
Bet they'll make their parents proud and make the best of what they're left with
But they don't buy the beers I drink, and they don't drink the beers I buy
No children and no profession, walking dead at thirty-seven
Forward, morning after
Naked if not for two blister plasters
She held a cold can of Summer Fruits between her warm thighs
Condensation glistens, sweat beads drip into my eyes
She's turning me to God, no joke
Mother, daughter, holy smoke
There is nothing here to set the scene
No notable geography, or pathetic fallacy
You're the only thought in my head
You're the only thought I've got left in my head