Nitcomb歌词

歌曲名:Nitcomb  歌手:Joe Strummer & The Mescaleros  所属专辑:《Rock, Art And The X-Ray Style》

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Nitcomb歌词

Gonna take a nitcomb to get rid of me
Cos I just realized that it was meant to be
And I'm singing to all the torn betting slips
Flying around my feet
I'm talking to all the chewing gum
That's stuck everywhere on the street
And they're ringing the bells all over the city on a
Saturday night
Nobody knows why, but they know its gonna be alright
Cos it's gonna take a nitcomb to get rid of me
Cos I just realized that it was meant to be
I'm standing at the sale of the shoes of bankrupt men
I just had to buy a pair to show
I can live again
They're ringing the bells all over the city on a
Saturday night
Nobody knows why, but they know its gonna be alright
It's gonna take a nitcomb to get rid of me
Cos I just realized that it was meant to be
And they're banging on the sheets of metal, sheets of gold
And these were the finest shoes that were ever sold
Raining on roofs, raining on drums
Love buys a six-pack and gives it to the bums
They're ringing on the bells in the city on a
Saturday night
Nobody knows why, but they know its gonna be alright

NitcombLRC歌词

Gonna take a nitcomb to get rid of me
Cos I just realized that it was meant to be
And I'm singing to all the torn betting slips
Flying around my feet
I'm talking to all the chewing gum
That's stuck everywhere on the street
And they're ringing the bells all over the city on a
Saturday night
Nobody knows why, but they know its gonna be alright
Cos it's gonna take a nitcomb to get rid of me
Cos I just realized that it was meant to be
I'm standing at the sale of the shoes of bankrupt men
I just had to buy a pair to show
I can live again
They're ringing the bells all over the city on a
Saturday night
Nobody knows why, but they know its gonna be alright
It's gonna take a nitcomb to get rid of me
Cos I just realized that it was meant to be
And they're banging on the sheets of metal, sheets of gold
And these were the finest shoes that were ever sold
Raining on roofs, raining on drums
Love buys a six-pack and gives it to the bums
They're ringing on the bells in the city on a
Saturday night
Nobody knows why, but they know its gonna be alright