Friends Of Mine-The Guess Who

歌手 : The Guess Who

专辑 : Wheatfield Soul

语种 : 英语

时长 : 10:05

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TXT Friends Of Mine-The Guess Who 文本歌词

(Bachman/Cummings)

Friends of mine don't have the time

For food or wine

Just money is on their minds

Life is sweet

On a one-way street

They're indiscrete

And funny, they'll never meet

B-bay-b-bay-b-bay-b-bay-bay-baby...

I gotta get a two-ton truck

I gotta do it to a duck on a two-ton truck and fade away like Ron Rene

All right, all right

You got the magical mystery tour

And Kurt is the Walrus

And the Walrus does funny things to the veins in his left arm

All right

And Michael is now a father, all right

And Michael is now a proud father, all right

And my good friend Michael is now a proud father

And Michael is now a father, all right

And that means Michael's wife is a mother, all right

Up the 13 steps of the gallows walked the condemned man

And time passes very quickly when death is near

After having completed the first step, the condemned man knew there were but 12 left

Before he would meet death and his soul would leave his body

And after having completed the 13 steps the condemned man was met by a giant cloaked figure

And with a quick flick of the wrist the man was dead

And his soul left his body and went down down down

To a place we laughingly refer to as hell

But none of us will ever go there because we're all far too groovy

The man's body was left to rot on the gallows

And a great multitude of black birds came and picked the man's corpse apart

Piece by piece

Limb by limb

Until nothing remained

And his blood melted into the ground below

The gallows was made from a tree created by God

The man's blood dripped into the ground which was created by God

Even the giant cloaked figure which was the man's own end was created by God

Even the man's soul which went down was created by God

Even the black birds which picked the man's corpse apart were created by God

AND WHERE WAS GOD?

In Flanders Fields the poppies grow

between the crosses row on row

to mark the dead

To Flanders Fields the hippies go

to smoke the poppies there below

and feed their heads

And they're all friends of mine, each and every one of them, no better or no worse

And we'll probably end up down there together when it's all over

And that's why we say

b-bay-b-bay-b-bay-b-bay-b-baby ...

It's all over and it's all right.