歌曲名 Fortunate Son+Comfortably Numb 歌手名 Bruce Hornsby

作词：B R Hornsby+David Gilmour+Roger Waters

作曲：B R Hornsby+David Gilmour+Roger Waters

I sitting wondering watching the parade

In my ever present chair

People laughing and smiles all around me

Balloons and paper in my hair

There a man in a car with the top down

Waving wildly at me

The poor son of a gun I know he thinking

Better him him than me

I stared down the devil and had to look away

Called out to the angels but no one ever came

Laid down odd and even but double zero played

That alright I a lucky one

Such a fortunate son

I was always taught well taught well

To be the strong one and keep it inside

But sometimes I sit beside the freeway

And howl out at the dark dark sky

I might just have to go out and burn one

Have a drink or a few

Fade away in a cloudy haze of smoke

And give the old man best salute

I stared down the devil and had to look away

Called out to the angels but no one ever came

Laid down odd and even but double zero played

That alright I a lucky one the one

Such a fortunate son

I might just have to go out and burn one

Have a drink or a few

Fade away in a cloudy haze of smoke

And give the old man best salute

I stared down the devil and had to look away

Called out to the angels but no one ever came

Laid down odd and even but double zero played

Just I love so I a lucky one

Such a fortunate son

Such a fortunate son

There is no pain you are receding

A distant ship smoke on the horizon

You are only coming through in waves

Your lips move but I can hear what you saying

When I was a child I caught a fever

My hands felt just like two balloons

Now I got that feeling once again

I can explain you would not understand

This is not how I am

I have become comfortably numb

Ok ok ok

Just a little pinprick

There be no more aaaaaaaaah

You may feel a little sick

Can you stand up stand up stand up

I do believe it working good

That keep you going for the show

Come on it time to go it time to go

There is no pain you are receding

A distant ship smoke on the horizon

You are only coming through in waves

Your lips move but I can hear what you sayin

When I was a child

I caught a fleeting glimpse fleeting glimpse

Out of the corner of my eye

I turned to look but it was gone

I cannot put my finger on it now

The child is grown

Dream is gone

Oh I have become comfortably numb

I might just have to go out and burn one

Have a drink or a few

Fade away in a cloudy haze of smoke

And give the old man best salute

I stared down the devil and had to look away

Called out to the angels but no one ever came

Laid down odd and even but double zero played

Yes I that I a lucky one

Such a fortunate son

Such a fortunate son

Such a fortunate son

Yes I that I a lucky one

Such a fortunate son

Fortunate son