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Poor Bastard

Thriller / Hank专辑

  • It's a new form of slavery
    Some gas from the past
    Partly built on the right
    Partly built out of glass
    While the crystals deflate
    I begin to address
    A little run in your stocking
    A little hair on your dress
    Well the party isn't over
    Till the fat one comes home
    You know you ate up all the sausages
    Gave the old dog a bone
    It's part of your anatomy
    It's part of your mind
    I would prefer mine I suppose
    To do this time
    It's the dark side of perfection
    Prelude to success
    Curious brand new direction
    From associated risks
    Could be the stigma of rejection
    Or the embarrassment of desire
    It got clumsy with the ladle
    Spilt the soup on the fire
    Surrounded by cushions
    Black lacquer and chrome
    As your friends and relations
    Inspect your brand new home
    In a moment or two
    They're gonna leave you alone
    No more days in the oven
    No more nights on the phone
    It was good news and bad news
    For the unemployed son
    Of a ***** or a bridesmaid
    A beggar or a bum
    We can blow them to Mars
    Or at least kingdom come
    There's a lot of houses for rent
    Back where I come from
    Never, never should have let that knucklehead
    Back on the street
    Gets the funniest looks from
    Everyone they meet
    watch real close
    'Cause you're in for a treat
    You're gonna get the next meal free
    If you don't get a receipt
    It was good news and bad news
    For the unemployed son
    Of a ***** or a bridesmaid
    A beggar or a bum
    We can blow them to Mars
    Or at least kingdom come
    No, there's lots of nice little apartments
    For rent where I come from
    There's lots of nice little apartments
    For rent where I come from
  • It's a new form of slavery
    Some gas from the past
    Partly built on the right
    Partly built out of glass
    While the crystals deflate
    I begin to address
    A little run in your stocking
    A little hair on your dress
    Well the party isn't over
    Till the fat one comes home
    You know you ate up all the sausages
    Gave the old dog a bone
    It's part of your anatomy
    It's part of your mind
    I would prefer mine I suppose
    To do this time
    It's the dark side of perfection
    Prelude to success
    Curious brand new direction
    From associated risks
    Could be the stigma of rejection
    Or the embarrassment of desire
    It got clumsy with the ladle
    Spilt the soup on the fire
    Surrounded by cushions
    Black lacquer and chrome
    As your friends and relations
    Inspect your brand new home
    In a moment or two
    They're gonna leave you alone
    No more days in the oven
    No more nights on the phone
    It was good news and bad news
    For the unemployed son
    Of a ***** or a bridesmaid
    A beggar or a bum
    We can blow them to Mars
    Or at least kingdom come
    There's a lot of houses for rent
    Back where I come from
    Never, never should have let that knucklehead
    Back on the street
    Gets the funniest looks from
    Everyone they meet
    watch real close
    'Cause you're in for a treat
    You're gonna get the next meal free
    If you don't get a receipt
    It was good news and bad news
    For the unemployed son
    Of a ***** or a bridesmaid
    A beggar or a bum
    We can blow them to Mars
    Or at least kingdom come
    No, there's lots of nice little apartments
    For rent where I come from
    There's lots of nice little apartments
    For rent where I come from