Perfect (Original 7" Version 1983)

作词:Matt Johnson

作曲:Matt Johnson

所属专辑:45 RPM, The Singles Of The The

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Perfect (12_ Remix) - THE THE

It's a chilly English winter and solitude

Is never easy to maintain

Except when it rains

So I hang an empty smile

Beneath my empty eyes

And go out for a walk

The wet morning sun reflects off

The paving stones

While a little dog barks it's head off

In the distance

Oh what a perfect day to think about myself

My feet are firmly screwed to the floor

What is there to fear from such a

Regular world

Oh what a perfect day to think about myself

My feet are firmly screwed to the floor

What is there to fear from such

A regular world

Passing by a cemetery I think of all

The little hopes and dreams

That lie lifeless and unfulfilled

Beneath the soil

I see an old man fingering his

Perishing flesh

He tells himself he was a good

Man and did good things

Amused and confused by

Life's little ironies

He swallows his bottle of

Distilled damnation

People trot around with unseeing eyes

They're looking for something

That doesn't exist

The world we once knew is

Being eaten up by rust

No-one has time for the past

But still in God they trust

The future is now but it's all going wrong

Bodies queue for nothing for it

Is to nothing they belong

People say their prayers and some work hard

If you give them all your money

They'll give you their hearts

This town ain't getting like a ghost town

It's getting like hell

Oh what a perfect day to

Think about myself

My feet are firmly screwed to the floor

What is there to fear from such

A regular world

Oh what a perfect day to think about myself

My feet are firmly screwed to the floor

What is there to fear from such a

Regular world

Oh what a perfect day to think about myself

My feet are firmly screwed to the floor

What is there to fear from such a

Regular world

Oh what a perfect day to think about myself

My feet are firmly screwed to the floor

What is there to fear from such a

Regular world

Oh what a perfect day to think about myself

My feet are firmly screwed to the floor

What is there to fear from such a

Regular world

Oh what a perfect day to think about myself

My feet are firmly screwed to the floor

What is there to fear from such a

Regular world

Oh what a perfect day to think about myself

My feet are firmly screwed to the floor

What is there to fear from such a

Regular world

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