作词 : Al Greenwood/Rob Knaggs/Oli Dewdney/Alex Rice/Benjamin Mack/Henry Young 作曲 : Al Greenwood/Rob Knaggs/Oli Dewdney/Alex Rice/Benjamin Mack/Henry Young I'm such a delicate child You know I've always said my prayers 'Cause I didn't want to die If it's all the same At least that's what they say They play it on a Sunday But they know it's not a game Well we're happy in the suburbs Just sucking on our spoons The people here are emptier Than the surface of the moon So Ground Control to Major Tom Now what's a boy to do Know everything is changing But nothing ever ch-ch-changes Make a home And a hunkering ditch And wait for all the clowns To blow us all to bits Ah shit Well now look what you did And everything was glowing Everything was glowing And we'll march in pairs They're rolling up their sleeves If someone threatens someone else Well someone has to bleed If it's all the same Just arrogance and greed So hold on to your hatchets Batten down the hatches Weekends follow weekends Like the stations of the cross And it's not that you're unhappy You're just happy on and off And it's nothing like the stories That they taught you growing up Dye your hair And whiten up your teeth No, no-one really cared for What was really underneath Oh it's all the same Just sycophants and creeps And they're not really happy They're not really happy Oh, where did you go Did you get sick of fetching the stick The others were cautioned But you're far too quick We caught the bus Maybe the NAT It rolled down Harrow Road Past the graves to Willesden Green And everyone was laughing And picking at the seats They took all their best stories Through an old rolled up receipt Go home And cower in a ditch And wait for all the predators To blow us all to bits Blue screens Turn it all to cash No it's not really killing us Just point it at a map Weekends follow weekends Like the stations of the cross And it's not that you're unhappy You're just happy on and off And it's nothing like the stories That they taught you growing up So live with your parents for a while Everyone's growing so nicely Really coming along And I hope that when thirty's finally here You can sit in your bedroom Shouting at your neighbors So, there's a rising damp in the windows And the gardens with flowers You can count on your fingers Oh, there's no love in this town anymore But if you want to find love You could always go to London
[00:00.000] 作词 : Al Greenwood/Rob Knaggs/Oli Dewdney/Alex Rice/Benjamin Mack/Henry Young [00:01.000] 作曲 : Al Greenwood/Rob Knaggs/Oli Dewdney/Alex Rice/Benjamin Mack/Henry Young [00:12.79]I'm such a delicate child [00:16.87]You know I've always said my prayers 'Cause I didn't want to die [00:20.21]If it's all the same [00:21.35]At least that's what they say [00:23.70]They play it on a Sunday [00:25.37]But they know it's not a game [00:26.84]Well we're happy in the suburbs [00:28.70]Just sucking on our spoons [00:30.41]The people here are emptier [00:32.29]Than the surface of the moon [00:33.64]So Ground Control to Major Tom [00:35.82]Now what's a boy to do [00:37.14]Know everything is changing [00:38.84]But nothing ever ch-ch-changes [00:40.88]Make a home [00:42.15]And a hunkering ditch [00:43.60]And wait for all the clowns [00:45.45]To blow us all to bits [00:47.2]Ah shit [00:48.11]Well now look what you did [00:50.35]And everything was glowing [00:52.9]Everything was glowing [00:53.68]And we'll march in pairs [00:55.67]They're rolling up their sleeves [00:57.23]If someone threatens someone else [00:59.54]Well someone has to bleed [01:00.65]If it's all the same [01:02.35]Just arrogance and greed [01:04.40]So hold on to your hatchets [01:06.2]Batten down the hatches [01:07.74]Weekends follow weekends [01:10.46]Like the stations of the cross [01:13.73]And it's not that you're unhappy [01:17.7]You're just happy on and off [01:20.11]And it's nothing like the stories [01:23.70]That they taught you growing up [01:39.46]Dye your hair [01:42.33]And whiten up your teeth [01:43.86]No, no-one really cared for [01:45.63]What was really underneath [01:47.15]Oh it's all the same [01:48.79]Just sycophants and creeps [01:50.86]And they're not really happy [01:52.4]They're not really happy [01:53.74]Oh, where did you go [01:58.5]Did you get sick of fetching the stick [02:03.83]The others were cautioned [02:05.57]But you're far too quick [02:07.40]We caught the bus [02:09.8]Maybe the NAT [02:10.69]It rolled down Harrow Road [02:12.44]Past the graves to Willesden Green [02:14.7]And everyone was laughing [02:15.88]And picking at the seats [02:17.60]They took all their best stories [02:18.80]Through an old rolled up receipt [02:20.84]Go home [02:22.63]And cower in a ditch [02:24.48]And wait for all the predators [02:26.30]To blow us all to bits [02:27.80]Blue screens [02:29.34]Turn it all to cash [02:31.22]No it's not really killing us [02:32.92]Just point it at a map [02:34.26]Weekends follow weekends [02:37.60]Like the stations of the cross [02:40.4]And it's not that you're unhappy [02:43.35]You're just happy on and off [02:46.86]And it's nothing like the stories [02:50.45]That they taught you growing up [02:53.56]So live with your parents for a while [02:58.19]Everyone's growing so nicely [03:00.14]Really coming along [03:01.60]And I hope that when thirty's finally here [03:04.39]You can sit in your bedroom [03:06.21]Shouting at your neighbors [03:07.96]So, there's a rising damp in the windows [03:11.13]And the gardens with flowers [03:12.17]You can count on your fingers [03:14.11]Oh, there's no love in this town anymore [03:16.88]But if you want to find love [03:18.80]You could always go to London
