Wherefore Art Thou Gene Simmons? - Frank Turner

作词：Frank Turner

作曲：Frank Turner

A mother said

Beware of boys in bands

And certainly don't let them write you songs

For they will come to you on bended knee

And kiss your pretty hands

When the singing's done

And the suns up they'll be gone

While her mother has a point

I might resent the implication

That every boy who plays guitar

Plays women like Gene Simmons

4600 photographs

Stuck into a scrapbook beneath your bed

4599 broken hearts

And one more you can't get out of your head

And though you swear you can remember

Every pair of lips you've kissed

Deep down you're scared

There's 1 or 2 you might've missed

Oh Chaim Witz

Wherefore art though

Does your mother know who you are now

Not that I can point a finger

I've been a sinner just the same

Fallen hard in love in motels and

By sunrise lost their name

And I have crept out into cold air

In the smallest hours to leave

And in the pockets of my

I've jacket kept my last infidelities

A navy coin and a broken plastic compass

That someone gave me

That can't find north anymore Just like me

Oh Gene Simmons wherefore art though

I could sure use a hand on my shoulder now

Cause when fedelity runs low

That theres the moment when you choose

In the life of things you love

Some you keep some you lose