作曲 : Phoenix Hopeful days and stormy nights I ain't got much to win, not much to lose Under the burden of my loneliness It feels so hard to win, so hard to lose I won't enjoy my collection of stamps When I'm six feet under the ground Lonely streets and dusty roads Lord, it's a long way to go back home Under the burden of your heart of stone You shrug your shoulders as I decompose Please keep a eye on those red haired boys Someday they'll play drum with my shinbones Now you're chewing gum on my coffin Take me where I long to be I can't believe that you want me to wear The evening tails that will fit my corpse I don't need a tuxedo There's no bouncer in the after world I only just left my dying bed And you're making curtains out of my shroud Don't you dig my grave with some excavator Use a blood stained sword and a snow-white horse, please A last ride in the city's hearse Few miles away from Heaven above A few more minutes 'til they bury me A few more weeks 'til worms lick my bones I won't enjoy my collection of stamps When I'm five feet under the ground Stormy days and lonely nights Lord, it's a long way to go back home
作曲 : Phoenix Hopeful days and stormy nights I ain't got much to win, not much to lose Under the burden of my loneliness It feels so hard to win, so hard to lose I won't enjoy my collection of stamps When I'm six feet under the ground Lonely streets and dusty roads Lord, it's a long way to go back home Under the burden of your heart of stone You shrug your shoulders as I decompose Please keep a eye on those red haired boys Someday they'll play drum with my shinbones Now you're chewing gum on my coffin Take me where I long to be I can't believe that you want me to wear The evening tails that will fit my corpse I don't need a tuxedo There's no bouncer in the after world I only just left my dying bed And you're making curtains out of my shroud Don't you dig my grave with some excavator Use a blood stained sword and a snow-white horse, please A last ride in the city's hearse Few miles away from Heaven above A few more minutes 'til they bury me A few more weeks 'til worms lick my bones I won't enjoy my collection of stamps When I'm five feet under the ground Stormy days and lonely nights Lord, it's a long way to go back home
