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Punishing Kiss专辑

  • 作曲 : Engel
    The Russians are going
    The Russians are going
    Departing like merchants
    Dragging the contours
    Into the never settling
    Snow
    Behold not a possum
    Nothing to sneeze at
    A rouble left
    Spinning
    Rouble keeps
    Spinning
    Oh where is
    A sombre
    Reverie?
    Fingered
    But I won't
    Be soiled
    I won't beg
    Or lift
    My
    Voice
    And I won't
    Be soiled
    The sun will never
    Rise
    But I will see
    It
    Spilling down
    The slave ships
    Cross the bay
    A tear will never
    Fall
    But I will feel
    It
    Gliding on the
    Cheekless
    Gliding on the
    Cheekless
    Please
    Cut her to
    Ribbons again
    Long flowing
    Ribbons again
    I'm wearing
    The wire
    On the outside
    Grows the furside
    On the inside
    Grows the skinside
    So the furside
    Is the outside
    And the skinside
    Is the inside
    Oneside likes the
    Skinside inside
    And the furside
    On the outside
    Others like the
    Skinside outside
    And the furside
    On the inside
    If you turn the
    Skinside inside
    Thinking you will
    Side with that
    Side then the
    Softside fursides
    Inside which
    Some argue is
    The wrong side
    If you turn the
    Furside outside
    As you say it
    Grows on that side
    Then your outsides
    Next to skinside
    Which becomforts
    Not the right side
    Where do the
    Sewers go?
    They gotta go
    Somewhere
    I know they
    Can't empty
    Into the
    Sea
    Gotta go
    Somewhere
    Wherever the
    Sewers go
    That's where
    You'll find
    It
    Soaring the
    Darkness of
    A life
    It is the
    Dagger
    Not the
    Knife
    Fingered
    But I won't
    Be soiled
    I won't beg
    Or lift
    My
    Voice
    And I won't
    Be soiled
    Early birds
    Will not
    Resolve
    The issue
    As runners
    Leap to
    Fly
    Tree climbers
    Glide to
    Ground
    Night without
    A star
    Is what a
    Night is
    And for me
    A glass
    To bring
    The stars
    Around
    At the
    Roadsides
    Carts are
    Piling up
    With corpses
    And breath
    Just keeps on
    Flowing
    Up ahead
    In the
    Shadow
    A bootleg
    Is hooking
    Please
    Cut her to
    Ribbons again
    The Russians
    Are going
    The Russians
    Are going
    I'm wearing
    The wire
    Fire
    Without
    Smoke
    Smoke
    Without
    Fire.
  • 作曲 : Engel
    The Russians are going
    The Russians are going
    Departing like merchants
    Dragging the contours
    Into the never settling
    Snow
    Behold not a possum
    Nothing to sneeze at
    A rouble left
    Spinning
    Rouble keeps
    Spinning
    Oh where is
    A sombre
    Reverie?
    Fingered
    But I won't
    Be soiled
    I won't beg
    Or lift
    My
    Voice
    And I won't
    Be soiled
    The sun will never
    Rise
    But I will see
    It
    Spilling down
    The slave ships
    Cross the bay
    A tear will never
    Fall
    But I will feel
    It
    Gliding on the
    Cheekless
    Gliding on the
    Cheekless
    Please
    Cut her to
    Ribbons again
    Long flowing
    Ribbons again
    I'm wearing
    The wire
    On the outside
    Grows the furside
    On the inside
    Grows the skinside
    So the furside
    Is the outside
    And the skinside
    Is the inside
    Oneside likes the
    Skinside inside
    And the furside
    On the outside
    Others like the
    Skinside outside
    And the furside
    On the inside
    If you turn the
    Skinside inside
    Thinking you will
    Side with that
    Side then the
    Softside fursides
    Inside which
    Some argue is
    The wrong side
    If you turn the
    Furside outside
    As you say it
    Grows on that side
    Then your outsides
    Next to skinside
    Which becomforts
    Not the right side
    Where do the
    Sewers go?
    They gotta go
    Somewhere
    I know they
    Can't empty
    Into the
    Sea
    Gotta go
    Somewhere
    Wherever the
    Sewers go
    That's where
    You'll find
    It
    Soaring the
    Darkness of
    A life
    It is the
    Dagger
    Not the
    Knife
    Fingered
    But I won't
    Be soiled
    I won't beg
    Or lift
    My
    Voice
    And I won't
    Be soiled
    Early birds
    Will not
    Resolve
    The issue
    As runners
    Leap to
    Fly
    Tree climbers
    Glide to
    Ground
    Night without
    A star
    Is what a
    Night is
    And for me
    A glass
    To bring
    The stars
    Around
    At the
    Roadsides
    Carts are
    Piling up
    With corpses
    And breath
    Just keeps on
    Flowing
    Up ahead
    In the
    Shadow
    A bootleg
    Is hooking
    Please
    Cut her to
    Ribbons again
    The Russians
    Are going
    The Russians
    Are going
    I'm wearing
    The wire
    Fire
    Without
    Smoke
    Smoke
    Without
    Fire.