Prostitute - Richard Dawson.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作词 : Richard Dawson
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Richard Dawson
[00:00.000] There has to be more than this
[00:10.159] Is there no reason for me to exist
[00:18.594] But for as a plaything of miscreants, malingerers, dastards and knaves?
[00:31.150]
[00:32.398] How is it so
[00:40.331] A child can be bought for a year's worth of grain?
[00:48.857] In this day and age
[00:55.997] It's hard to explain but it happens again and again
[01:07.712]
[01:08.190] I'll never forget the scene
[01:15.531] Where the freckled jowls contort across my father's face and disappear under the wheels of the cart
[01:26.846]
[01:27.320] Then the sky parts
[01:30.509] Pillar of rain
[01:34.469] It is my mother
[01:40.997]
[01:41.413] In another life
[01:46.927] If I ever had children of my own
[01:54.855] I'd cleave them to my breast
[02:03.542] And convey them far from this country of demons made flesh
[02:14.012]
[02:44.528] My last bedfellow is choked to the death on a dummy of puke
[02:59.672] I stole this horse, Old Speckled Brownface
[03:10.479] From the royal tannery
[03:16.196] Haunches glossy with sweat
[03:26.247] We burst through the birch
[03:31.582] Turn our heads north
[03:37.999] With dawn in our lungs we reach the border
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作词 : Richard Dawson
作曲 : Richard Dawson
There has to be more than this
Is there no reason for me to exist
But for as a plaything of miscreants, malingerers, dastards and knaves?
How is it so
A child can be bought for a year's worth of grain?
In this day and age
It's hard to explain but it happens again and again
I'll never forget the scene
Where the freckled jowls contort across my father's face and disappear under the wheels of the cart
Then the sky parts
Pillar of rain
It is my mother
In another life
If I ever had children of my own
I'd cleave them to my breast
And convey them far from this country of demons made flesh
My last bedfellow is choked to the death on a dummy of puke
I stole this horse, Old Speckled Brownface
From the royal tannery
Haunches glossy with sweat
We burst through the birch
Turn our heads north
With dawn in our lungs we reach the border