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Round Eye Blues
作词:Dave Bielanko, Serge Bielanko
Last night I closed my eyes And watched the tracers fly Through the jungle trees Like fireflies on a windy night
Pulled up and onward by the breeze I can still hear the far off tin-canny sounds Of their machine guns come unwound And I was shakin' like Little Richard And I was sweatin' like ol' James Brown
Over by my window sill The moon was still on my cigarettes and wine Sometimes there's wear, I pray to Jesus Sometimes there's where I pray to die
But I could still sense the circling danger Of those invisible bastards of a piss-hot day I was shakin' with ol' Proud Mary I was sittin' on the dock of the bay
Take the hits, boys, take the hits Don't smoke your Bible and don't lose your wits Because the sky is filled with shrapnel And your eyes are filled with tears 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网
Hold your breath, boys, hold your breath Finger your trigger and welcome death Because the chopper's filled with your gut-shot friends Your hearts are filled with fear
Fables tell of men who fell With swords dangling from their chest The old guys down at the taproom swear The Japs could kill you best
But late at night I could still hear the cries Of three black guys I seen, take it in the face I think about them, sweet Motown girls, they left behind And the assholes that took their place
Take the hits, boys, take the hits Don't smoke your bottle and don't lose your wits Because the sky is filled with shrapnel And your eyes are filled with tears
Hold your breath, boys, hold your breath Finger your trigger and welcome death Because the chopper's filled with your gut-shot friends Your hearts are filled with fear
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