作曲 : Jason Isbell I can barely make out The light from the house on the cul-de-sac, Bedroom upstairs. It's a family affair. I've watched you in class, Your eyes are cut glass, And you stay covered up, Head to your toe, So nobody will know 's you. And I might not be A man yet. That bastard will never be. So I'm cleaning My Weatherby And I sight in my scope. I hope against hope, I hope against hope. nuh nuh, nuh-nuh hun-nuh-nuh nuh nuh, nuh-nuh hun-nuh-nuh Your Mother seems nice I don't understand why She won't say anything. Cause if she can't see, Who he turned out to be. I might not be A man yet. Your Father will never be. So I load up my Weatherby, And I let out my breath And I couple with Death, I couple with Death Saw your Father last night in the window the light made a silhouette. Saw him hold you that way. He won't hold you that way Anymore.. Yvette.
作曲 : Jason Isbell I can barely make out The light from the house on the cul-de-sac, Bedroom upstairs. It's a family affair. I've watched you in class, Your eyes are cut glass, And you stay covered up, Head to your toe, So nobody will know 's you. And I might not be A man yet. That bastard will never be. So I'm cleaning My Weatherby And I sight in my scope. I hope against hope, I hope against hope. nuh nuh, nuh-nuh hun-nuh-nuh nuh nuh, nuh-nuh hun-nuh-nuh Your Mother seems nice I don't understand why She won't say anything. Cause if she can't see, Who he turned out to be. I might not be A man yet. Your Father will never be. So I load up my Weatherby, And I let out my breath And I couple with Death, I couple with Death Saw your Father last night in the window the light made a silhouette. Saw him hold you that way. He won't hold you that way Anymore.. Yvette.
