作词 : James, Joshua Fred 作曲 : James, Joshua Fred Pretty, pretty wilted daisies all in a row On the top of Mt. Vernon in the dirty snow Where the shadows sing of sunshine like a dying snow Pretty, pretty wilted daisies all in a row
You’re waving high into the night time of a New York street Your newly painted yellow taxi has dirty seats You’re racing quick into the nightclub, so that you can see The same old sick and sadly strangers always seem to meet
Cause it’s a long way to and a short ride from the top It’s a rotting middle finger and the cancer will not stop It’s a long way to and a short ride from the top Well, your hand begins to slip or they cut and either way you drop
Your small apartment is a mess but you don’t seem to care The dirty dishes in the corner go with the broken chairs And higher grows the stack of bills that calmly declare If you don’t pay within a week then your **** is theirs
You go to work Monday through Sunday, open to close The seven dollars that they pay you, son, is good as a broken nose When no one’s watching, pull your pants down, touch your toes You’re undercut and you’re exploited but that’s how our country grows
Cause it’s a long way to and a short ride from the top It’s a rotting middle finger and the cancer will not stop It’s a long way to and a short ride from the top And your hand begins to slip or they cut
Either way you take what they have stolen Or try to break what can’t be broken You can speak what you believe But every thought comes preconceived
You try to wash your hands to this Clear your conscience and dismiss Pretend our problems don’t exist We’re taking aspirin for a broken wrist
Cause it’s a long, long way to the top Oh, it’s your rotting middle finger and the cancer will not stop It’s a long, long way to the top Well, our hands begin to slip or they cut, either way we
作词 : James, Joshua Fred 作曲 : James, Joshua Fred Pretty, pretty wilted daisies all in a row On the top of Mt. Vernon in the dirty snow Where the shadows sing of sunshine like a dying snow Pretty, pretty wilted daisies all in a row
You’re waving high into the night time of a New York street Your newly painted yellow taxi has dirty seats You’re racing quick into the nightclub, so that you can see The same old sick and sadly strangers always seem to meet
Cause it’s a long way to and a short ride from the top It’s a rotting middle finger and the cancer will not stop It’s a long way to and a short ride from the top Well, your hand begins to slip or they cut and either way you drop
Your small apartment is a mess but you don’t seem to care The dirty dishes in the corner go with the broken chairs And higher grows the stack of bills that calmly declare If you don’t pay within a week then your **** is theirs
You go to work Monday through Sunday, open to close The seven dollars that they pay you, son, is good as a broken nose When no one’s watching, pull your pants down, touch your toes You’re undercut and you’re exploited but that’s how our country grows
Cause it’s a long way to and a short ride from the top It’s a rotting middle finger and the cancer will not stop It’s a long way to and a short ride from the top And your hand begins to slip or they cut
Either way you take what they have stolen Or try to break what can’t be broken You can speak what you believe But every thought comes preconceived
You try to wash your hands to this Clear your conscience and dismiss Pretend our problems don’t exist We’re taking aspirin for a broken wrist
Cause it’s a long, long way to the top Oh, it’s your rotting middle finger and the cancer will not stop It’s a long, long way to the top Well, our hands begin to slip or they cut, either way we
