Sitting on a park bench eyeing little girls with bad intent
Snot running down his nose greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes
Drying in the cold sun watching as the frilly panties run
Sun streaking cold an old man wandering lonely
Taking time the only way he knows
Leg hurting bad, as he bends to pick a dog end
Goes down to a bog to warm his feet
Feeling alone the army's up the rode
Salvation a la mode and a cup of tea
Aqualung my friend don't start away uneasy
You poor old sod, you see it's only me
Do you still remember December's foggy freeze?
When the ice that clings on to, your beard is screaming agony
And you snatch your rattling last breaths with deep-sea diver sounds
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:08.64]Sitting on a park bench eyeing little girls with bad intent
[00:22.23]Snot running down his nose greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes
[00:35.94]Drying in the cold sun watching as the frilly panties run
[02:37.92]Sun streaking cold an old man wandering lonely
[02:42.90]Taking time the only way he knows
[02:48.69]Leg hurting bad, as he bends to pick a dog end
[02:53.61]Goes down to a bog to warm his feet
[03:02.31]Feeling alone the army's up the rode
[03:05.46]Salvation a la mode and a cup of tea
[03:12.54]Aqualung my friend don't start away uneasy
[03:17.43]You poor old sod, you see it's only me
[03:19.95]Do you still remember December's foggy freeze?
[05:19.53]When the ice that clings on to, your beard is screaming agony
[05:32.49]And you snatch your rattling last breaths with deep-sea diver sounds
Sitting on a park bench eyeing little girls with bad intent
Snot running down his nose greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes
Drying in the cold sun watching as the frilly panties run
Sun streaking cold an old man wandering lonely
Taking time the only way he knows
Leg hurting bad, as he bends to pick a dog end
Goes down to a bog to warm his feet
Feeling alone the army's up the rode
Salvation a la mode and a cup of tea
Aqualung my friend don't start away uneasy
You poor old sod, you see it's only me
Do you still remember December's foggy freeze?
When the ice that clings on to, your beard is screaming agony
And you snatch your rattling last breaths with deep-sea diver sounds
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:08.64]Sitting on a park bench eyeing little girls with bad intent
[00:22.23]Snot running down his nose greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes
[00:35.94]Drying in the cold sun watching as the frilly panties run
[02:37.92]Sun streaking cold an old man wandering lonely
[02:42.90]Taking time the only way he knows
[02:48.69]Leg hurting bad, as he bends to pick a dog end
[02:53.61]Goes down to a bog to warm his feet
[03:02.31]Feeling alone the army's up the rode
[03:05.46]Salvation a la mode and a cup of tea
[03:12.54]Aqualung my friend don't start away uneasy
[03:17.43]You poor old sod, you see it's only me
[03:19.95]Do you still remember December's foggy freeze?
[05:19.53]When the ice that clings on to, your beard is screaming agony
[05:32.49]And you snatch your rattling last breaths with deep-sea diver sounds
Really don't mind if you sit this one out.
I may make you feel but i can't make you think.
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
You make all you...
My first and last time with you
And we had some fun
Went walking through the trees, yeah
And I kissed you once
Oh, I want to see you soon
But I wonder...
Meanwhile back in the year one
When you belonged to no one
You didn't stand a chance son
If your pants were undone'
Cause you were bred for humanity a...
Walking on velvet green. scots pine growing.
Isn't it rare to be taking the air, singing.
Walking on velvet green.
Walking on velvet green. distant co...
Locked him in his golden cage.
Made him bend to your religion --
Him resurrected from the grave.
He is the god of nothing --
If that's all that you ca...
Just a little touch of make-up, just a little touch of bull
Just a little 3-chord trick embedded in your platform soul
You can wear a gold
Piaget on y...
On Preston platform
Do your soft shoe shuffle dance
Brush away the cigarette ash
That’s falling down your pants
And then you sadly wonder
Does the nur...
All the places I've been make it hard to begin
To enjoy life again on the inside, but I mean to.
Take a walk around the block
And be glad that I've go...