On All Fours歌词

Jay Brannan - On All Fours
Three weeks and counting ‘till he’s on his way to France
Not a dime in his pocket but a ticket in his hand
He’s a cynical bastard but there’s hope in his eyes
It’s been a long time coming
It’s been a long time running from his insides
He tries hard to songwrite his way out of bed
But nothing tastes and clever as it sounded in his head
He wants to get his teeth wet and sink his feet in
He should have billions of dollars
‘Cause every ass hole’s put two cents in
But he writes the songs yeah
He can say what he wants yeah
He can be who he wants to
And they say he’s wrong
But they keep tagging along
Yeah they can leave if they want to
And his way will never meet yours
He’s got the world his back
And watch him take it
On all fours
Nine out of ten mother fuckers agree
That his fucking foul language
Is a fucking travesty
But mother fucking fuck is just another fucking word
The idea a word is dirty is too in-fucking-absurd
But he writes the songs yeah
He can say what he wants yeah
He can be who he wants to
And they say he’s wrong
But they keep tagging along
Yeah they can leave if they want to
And his way will never meet yours
He’s got the world his back
And watch him take it
On all fours
And this world will soon be the death of him
And his voice will fade away
And his jeans will be all that’s left of him
And they’ll wonder if he was okay
And the alchys will say it was drin编辑于2008/08/25更新