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  • 作曲 : Ezra Furman
    In the front seat of your convertible car I'm awaiting your return
    Watching sunshine flash and my cigarette ash til the corporate logo burns
    You picked me up at the County Cook Psychiatry Institute
    It’s my first day free. I've got nowhere to be so I'm coming home with you
    Just a quick stop off at the drugstore
    I’m not ready, so I wait in the car for you

    You asked me who I might like to see on my first night back outside
    But my friends are few and my lover is through and my family's horrified
    We ride along through the silent dusk while the moon gets drunk and high
    It's a cold white stone up in heaven alone and I've seen its darker side
    You ask again and the words come out
    So easy, they bypass my conscious mind

    Point me toward the real mother****ers
    Point me toward the real
    I've been lied to and abused
    Time to try to heal
    Cut me loose, cut me loose
    Let me get hurt, let me feel
    Cut my bound hands free and
    Point me toward the real

    Now ever since I was a little child I have felt the same old fear
    That I alone will freeze while the world proceeds, I'll be forever stuck right here
    But I can't live the old way, that way nearly left me dead
    I need someone new who can tell me the truth and I don't care who it is
    I want the knife in deep, aw, and I want someone to give it a twist

    We’re coming into the city now and I’ve only said it once
    It's a phrase so clean, I don’t know what it means, but it's more than I've said in months
    You never ask what I did that made the cops fin'lly pick me up
    You wanna know where I’m trying to go, where I'll be, not where I was
    I say it one more time, you nod and smile, and it's better than all the drugs

    Point me toward the real mother****ers
    Point me toward the real
    I've been lied to and abused
    Time to try to heal
    Cut me loose, cut me loose
    See what freedom might reveal
    Cut my bound hands free and
    Point me toward the real

    (Aah, aah
    Aah, aah
    Aah, aah
    Aah, aah)
  • 作曲 : Ezra Furman
    In the front seat of your convertible car I'm awaiting your return
    Watching sunshine flash and my cigarette ash til the corporate logo burns
    You picked me up at the County Cook Psychiatry Institute
    It’s my first day free. I've got nowhere to be so I'm coming home with you
    Just a quick stop off at the drugstore
    I’m not ready, so I wait in the car for you

    You asked me who I might like to see on my first night back outside
    But my friends are few and my lover is through and my family's horrified
    We ride along through the silent dusk while the moon gets drunk and high
    It's a cold white stone up in heaven alone and I've seen its darker side
    You ask again and the words come out
    So easy, they bypass my conscious mind

    Point me toward the real mother****ers
    Point me toward the real
    I've been lied to and abused
    Time to try to heal
    Cut me loose, cut me loose
    Let me get hurt, let me feel
    Cut my bound hands free and
    Point me toward the real

    Now ever since I was a little child I have felt the same old fear
    That I alone will freeze while the world proceeds, I'll be forever stuck right here
    But I can't live the old way, that way nearly left me dead
    I need someone new who can tell me the truth and I don't care who it is
    I want the knife in deep, aw, and I want someone to give it a twist

    We’re coming into the city now and I’ve only said it once
    It's a phrase so clean, I don’t know what it means, but it's more than I've said in months
    You never ask what I did that made the cops fin'lly pick me up
    You wanna know where I’m trying to go, where I'll be, not where I was
    I say it one more time, you nod and smile, and it's better than all the drugs

    Point me toward the real mother****ers
    Point me toward the real
    I've been lied to and abused
    Time to try to heal
    Cut me loose, cut me loose
    See what freedom might reveal
    Cut my bound hands free and
    Point me toward the real

    (Aah, aah
    Aah, aah
    Aah, aah
    Aah, aah)