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Frankly, Mr. Shankly (2011 Remaster)

The Smiths
2001-06-262:12 分同期歌詞

「Frankly, Mr. Shankly (2011 Remaster)」はThe Smithsの曲です, 2001, Pop。長さは2:12, 27 lines / 203 words。

歌詞

0:00Frankly, Mr Shankly - The Smiths (史密斯乐团)
0:02Frankly Mr Shankly this position I've held
0:06It pays my way and it corrodes my soul
0:10I want to leave you will not miss me
0:14I want to go down in musical history
0:21Frankly Mr Shankly I'm a sickening wreck
0:25I've got the 21st century breathing down my neck
0:29I must move fast you understand me
0:34I want to go down in celluloid history Mr Shankly
0:58Fame Fame fatal Fame
1:01It can play hideous tricks on the brain
1:06But still I'd rather be Famous
1:08Than righteous or holy any day
1:11Any day any day
1:17But sometimes I'd feel more fulfilled
1:21Making Christmas cards with the mentally ill
1:24I want to live and I want to Love
1:29I want to catch something that I might be ashamed of
1:36Frankly Mr Shankly this position I've held
1:40It pays my way and it corrodes my soul
1:45Oh I didn't realise that you wrote poetry
1:49I didn't realise you wrote such bloody awful poetry Mr Shankly
1:56Frankly Mr Shankly since you ask
1:59You are a flatulent pain in the arse
2:04I do not mean to be so rude
2:08Still I must speak frankly Mr Shankly
2:12Oh give us your money
Frankly, Mr Shankly - The Smiths (史密斯乐团)
Frankly  Mr  Shankly  this position I've held
It pays my way  and it corrodes my soul
I want to leave  you will not miss me
I want to go down in musical history
Frankly  Mr  Shankly  I'm a sickening wreck
I've got the 21st century breathing down my neck
I must move fast  you understand me
I want to go down in celluloid history  Mr  Shankly
Fame  Fame  fatal Fame
It can play hideous tricks on the brain
But still I'd rather be Famous
Than righteous or holy  any day
Any day  any day
But sometimes I'd feel more fulfilled
Making Christmas cards with the mentally ill
I want to live and I want to Love
I want to catch something that I might be ashamed of
Frankly  Mr  Shankly  this position I've held
It pays my way and it corrodes my soul
Oh  I didn't realise that you wrote poetry
I didn't realise you wrote such bloody awful poetry  Mr  Shankly
Frankly  Mr  Shankly  since you ask
You are a flatulent pain in the arse
I do not mean to be so rude
Still  I must speak frankly  Mr  Shankly
Oh  give us your money

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