作词 : Al Greenwood/Rob Knaggs/Oli Dewdney/Alex Rice/Benjamin Mack/Henry Young
作曲 : Al Greenwood/Rob Knaggs/Oli Dewdney/Alex Rice/Benjamin Mack/Henry Young
I'm such a delicate child
You know I've always said my prayers 'Cause I didn't want to die
If it's all the same
At least that's what they say
They play it on a Sunday
But they know it's not a game
Well we're happy in the suburbs
Just sucking on our spoons
The people here are emptier
Than the surface of the moon
So Ground Control to Major Tom
Now what's a boy to do
Know everything is changing
But nothing ever ch-ch-changes
Make a home
And a hunkering ditch
And wait for all the clowns
To blow us all to bits
Ah shit
Well now look what you did
And everything was glowing
Everything was glowing
And we'll march in pairs
They're rolling up their sleeves
If someone threatens someone else
Well someone has to bleed
If it's all the same
Just arrogance and greed
So hold on to your hatchets
Batten down the hatches
Weekends follow weekends
Like the stations of the cross
And it's not that you're unhappy
You're just happy on and off
And it's nothing like the stories
That they taught you growing up
Dye your hair
And whiten up your teeth
No, no-one really cared for
What was really underneath
Oh it's all the same
Just sycophants and creeps
And they're not really happy
They're not really happy
Oh, where did you go
Did you get sick of fetching the stick
The others were cautioned
But you're far too quick
We caught the bus
Maybe the NAT
It rolled down Harrow Road
Past the graves to Willesden Green
And everyone was laughing
And picking at the seats
They took all their best stories
Through an old rolled up receipt
Go home
And cower in a ditch
And wait for all the predators
To blow us all to bits
Blue screens
Turn it all to cash
No it's not really killing us
Just point it at a map
Weekends follow weekends
Like the stations of the cross
And it's not that you're unhappy
You're just happy on and off
And it's nothing like the stories
That they taught you growing up
So live with your parents for a while
Everyone's growing so nicely
Really coming along
And I hope that when thirty's finally here
You can sit in your bedroom
Shouting at your neighbors
So, there's a rising damp in the windows
And the gardens with flowers
You can count on your fingers
Oh, there's no love in this town anymore
But if you want to find love
You could always go to London
[00:00.000] 作词 : Al Greenwood/Rob Knaggs/Oli Dewdney/Alex Rice/Benjamin Mack/Henry Young
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Al Greenwood/Rob Knaggs/Oli Dewdney/Alex Rice/Benjamin Mack/Henry Young
[00:12.79]I'm such a delicate child
[00:16.87]You know I've always said my prayers 'Cause I didn't want to die
[00:20.21]If it's all the same
[00:21.35]At least that's what they say
[00:23.70]They play it on a Sunday
[00:25.37]But they know it's not a game
[00:26.84]Well we're happy in the suburbs
[00:28.70]Just sucking on our spoons
[00:30.41]The people here are emptier
[00:32.29]Than the surface of the moon
[00:33.64]So Ground Control to Major Tom
[00:35.82]Now what's a boy to do
[00:37.14]Know everything is changing
[00:38.84]But nothing ever ch-ch-changes
[00:40.88]Make a home
[00:42.15]And a hunkering ditch
[00:43.60]And wait for all the clowns
[00:45.45]To blow us all to bits
[00:47.2]Ah shit
[00:48.11]Well now look what you did
[00:50.35]And everything was glowing
[00:52.9]Everything was glowing
[00:53.68]And we'll march in pairs
[00:55.67]They're rolling up their sleeves
[00:57.23]If someone threatens someone else
[00:59.54]Well someone has to bleed
[01:00.65]If it's all the same
[01:02.35]Just arrogance and greed
[01:04.40]So hold on to your hatchets
[01:06.2]Batten down the hatches
[01:07.74]Weekends follow weekends
[01:10.46]Like the stations of the cross
[01:13.73]And it's not that you're unhappy
[01:17.7]You're just happy on and off
[01:20.11]And it's nothing like the stories
[01:23.70]That they taught you growing up
[01:39.46]Dye your hair
[01:42.33]And whiten up your teeth
[01:43.86]No, no-one really cared for
[01:45.63]What was really underneath
[01:47.15]Oh it's all the same
[01:48.79]Just sycophants and creeps
[01:50.86]And they're not really happy
[01:52.4]They're not really happy
[01:53.74]Oh, where did you go
[01:58.5]Did you get sick of fetching the stick
[02:03.83]The others were cautioned
[02:05.57]But you're far too quick
[02:07.40]We caught the bus
[02:09.8]Maybe the NAT
[02:10.69]It rolled down Harrow Road
[02:12.44]Past the graves to Willesden Green
[02:14.7]And everyone was laughing
[02:15.88]And picking at the seats
[02:17.60]They took all their best stories
[02:18.80]Through an old rolled up receipt
[02:20.84]Go home
[02:22.63]And cower in a ditch
[02:24.48]And wait for all the predators
[02:26.30]To blow us all to bits
[02:27.80]Blue screens
[02:29.34]Turn it all to cash
[02:31.22]No it's not really killing us
[02:32.92]Just point it at a map
[02:34.26]Weekends follow weekends
[02:37.60]Like the stations of the cross
[02:40.4]And it's not that you're unhappy
[02:43.35]You're just happy on and off
[02:46.86]And it's nothing like the stories
[02:50.45]That they taught you growing up
[02:53.56]So live with your parents for a while
[02:58.19]Everyone's growing so nicely
[03:00.14]Really coming along
[03:01.60]And I hope that when thirty's finally here
[03:04.39]You can sit in your bedroom
[03:06.21]Shouting at your neighbors
[03:07.96]So, there's a rising damp in the windows
[03:11.13]And the gardens with flowers
[03:12.17]You can count on your fingers
[03:14.11]Oh, there's no love in this town anymore
[03:16.88]But if you want to find love
[03:18.80]You could always go to London
