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  • 作曲 : McClelland
    There's a place in the back of the stall
    Where the plaster's so thin there's a crack in the wall
    And if you bend to the ground
    And squint really well
    They say that you're bound to catch a glimpse into hell
    As the smoke clears away for the view
    All the people are waiting lined up in the pew
    And the sermon begins
    And he's gritting his teeth
    'Cause the music's kicked in with a pulsating beat
    Good folks and sad blokes
    Sunday afternoon
    Hymn notes and cheap pokes
    In the back of the dark empty room
    There's a sickening smell to this room
    Of whiskey stained breath and the cheapest perfume
    There's a girl in her bra
    And *** in your pants
    And she's sucking a straw as she begs you to dance
    Downtown and down low
    Sunday afternoon
    Highlights and high hopes
    An old rusty cross on the roof
    They come to this place to abide
    Shuffling to each side
    The better extreme
    A flash and the wink of an eye
    A 'Hail Mary' and sigh
    An angel's bad dream
    There's a place in the back of the stall
    Where the plaster's so thin there's a crack in the wall
    And if you bend to the ground and squint really well
    They say that you're bound to catch a glimpse into hell
  • 作曲 : McClelland
    There's a place in the back of the stall
    Where the plaster's so thin there's a crack in the wall
    And if you bend to the ground
    And squint really well
    They say that you're bound to catch a glimpse into hell
    As the smoke clears away for the view
    All the people are waiting lined up in the pew
    And the sermon begins
    And he's gritting his teeth
    'Cause the music's kicked in with a pulsating beat
    Good folks and sad blokes
    Sunday afternoon
    Hymn notes and cheap pokes
    In the back of the dark empty room
    There's a sickening smell to this room
    Of whiskey stained breath and the cheapest perfume
    There's a girl in her bra
    And *** in your pants
    And she's sucking a straw as she begs you to dance
    Downtown and down low
    Sunday afternoon
    Highlights and high hopes
    An old rusty cross on the roof
    They come to this place to abide
    Shuffling to each side
    The better extreme
    A flash and the wink of an eye
    A 'Hail Mary' and sigh
    An angel's bad dream
    There's a place in the back of the stall
    Where the plaster's so thin there's a crack in the wall
    And if you bend to the ground and squint really well
    They say that you're bound to catch a glimpse into hell