
时间:2009-11-13
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Crimes (Alt Version) - The Blood Brothers
Written by:Morgan Hend
And there's a fire on
The Junk Island where
They send their garbage
Is anybody listening
After work we'll watch
The seagulls diving in
And out of the lashing towers of flame
It twinkles like a pile
Of rotting jewels left
To bake in the sun
Is anybody listening
And we're just like those condom wrappers
Used up torn up
Thrown away
And we're just like yesterday's headlines
Drifting floating towards the blaze
'If we rob the
Liquor store we could
Be in tijuana by the crack of dawn
And if we rob the
O
Mayor's mansion
We pawn his modern art and make a fortune
And if we rob the lonely widow
We steal her credit cards
And buy a cottage by the ocean
And we could swim in to junk Island
We'll burn up like the seagulls and the whiskey bottles
Hmmmmmm
Hmmmmmm
Hmmmmmm
Hmmmmmm
And the children
In the subway
Eating applecores
Is anybody listening
They're breathing paint out of plastic bags
Their mumbled mouths say
Is anybody listening
Oh
Ooh
Oh
Oooh
Oh
Ooh