作曲 : Cold War Kids Suppertime in the hole Suppertime in the hole I shame my family Shame my home Suppertime... Old Saint John on death row, he's just waiting for a pardon Old Saint John on death row, he's just waiting for a pardon Old Saint John on death row, he's just waiting for a pardon Old Saint John on death row, boy he's just a-waiting... All the white boys in their stay-pressed slacks, they're home for the summer from college Stayin' out late, getting rowdy at the bar, they're looking for trouble uptown They come up my block, about 5 or 6 of them, smashin' their bottles in the gutter Yelling all kinds of obscenities, about women and God and law Another suppertime in the hole Suppertime I shame my family Shame my home Suppertime... Young girl turn the corner with her clerk dress on, that girl was my sister Just got off the night shift at Penningtons Place, just wanna go home and get some sleep Boys grab her by the waist with their caffeine eyes, their hands all figdet and 'lectric I picked up a brick from my papa's front yard and threw it at the tallest boy's face Well blood was streaming like a well that sprung, I couldn't believe what I had just done Well the other boys ran and this one stayed on the ground and he would never move again Old Saint John on death row, he's just waiting for a pardon Old Saint John on death row, he's just waiting for a pardon All us boys on death row, we just waiting for a pardon All us boys on death row Yours truly on trial, I testify I got to keep on running till the well run dry Yours truly on trial, I testify I got to keep on running till the well run dry Yours truly on trial, I testify I got to keep on running till the well run dry Yours truly on trial, I testify I got to keep on running till the well run dry
作曲 : Cold War Kids Suppertime in the hole Suppertime in the hole I shame my family Shame my home Suppertime... Old Saint John on death row, he's just waiting for a pardon Old Saint John on death row, he's just waiting for a pardon Old Saint John on death row, he's just waiting for a pardon Old Saint John on death row, boy he's just a-waiting... All the white boys in their stay-pressed slacks, they're home for the summer from college Stayin' out late, getting rowdy at the bar, they're looking for trouble uptown They come up my block, about 5 or 6 of them, smashin' their bottles in the gutter Yelling all kinds of obscenities, about women and God and law Another suppertime in the hole Suppertime I shame my family Shame my home Suppertime... Young girl turn the corner with her clerk dress on, that girl was my sister Just got off the night shift at Penningtons Place, just wanna go home and get some sleep Boys grab her by the waist with their caffeine eyes, their hands all figdet and 'lectric I picked up a brick from my papa's front yard and threw it at the tallest boy's face Well blood was streaming like a well that sprung, I couldn't believe what I had just done Well the other boys ran and this one stayed on the ground and he would never move again Old Saint John on death row, he's just waiting for a pardon Old Saint John on death row, he's just waiting for a pardon All us boys on death row, we just waiting for a pardon All us boys on death row Yours truly on trial, I testify I got to keep on running till the well run dry Yours truly on trial, I testify I got to keep on running till the well run dry Yours truly on trial, I testify I got to keep on running till the well run dry Yours truly on trial, I testify I got to keep on running till the well run dry
