[00:00.000] 作词 : Johnny Flynn
[00:00.320] 作曲 : Johnny Flynn
[00:00.640]
[00:17.750]Gotta get out, gotta shout, gotta sing,
[00:21.303]gotta dance, gotta jump, gotta run.
[00:25.430]Think I'll fight a war, I don't know what for
[00:30.550]But I'll learn when I got my gun
[00:34.886]Well I left home three days ago
[00:38.988]I feel like going to bed
[00:43.768]Open the courts and a new religion
[00:48.575]Burning through my head
[00:52.206]Burning through my head
[00:57.979]
[01:06.625]Made my way with the fusiliers
[01:10.517]I even fought my way back home
[01:14.357]But the front line shifted and my rifle got lifted
[01:19.347]Had to fight the war on my own
[01:23.317]Well I left home three days ago
[01:27.837]I feel like going to bed
[01:32.748]Walking downtown gave me cold, cold fingers
[01:37.162]And my feet were made of lead
[01:41.420]My feet were made of lead
[01:46.619]I'll just eat fruit on your doorstep
[01:53.228]I'll just drink pailfuls of rain
[02:00.777]I'm but a barnacled warship
[02:11.357]Singing the fighter's refrain
[02:16.607]Singing the fighter's
[02:20.186]
[02:28.859]Made my way with the Salvation Army
[02:32.882]Take them on with a tambourin
[02:37.296]I'll strike down sinners like the old gunslingers
[02:41.685]Smooth'em out like margarine
[02:46.439]Well, I left home three days ago
[02:50.148]I feel like going to bed.
[02:55.347]Open the courts and a new religion
[02:59.944]Burning through my head
[03:04.255]Burning through my head
[03:09.218]
[03:17.499]Went to the gambling shop today
[03:30.299]They had me five to one
[03:35.497]Heard a voice behind me say
[03:39.442]Put down the Bible and pick up your gun
[03:44.065]Well, I left home three days ago
[03:47.957]I feel like going to bed
[03:53.156]Water downtown gave me cold, cold fingers
[03:57.231]And my feet were made of lead
[04:01.881]My feet were made of lead
[04:06.531]I'll just eat fruit on your doorstep
[04:15.282]I'll just drink pailfuls of rain
[04:24.189]I'm but a barnacled warship
[04:33.202]Singing the fighter's refrain
[04:37.538]Singing the fighter's
[04:40.281]

作词 : Johnny Flynn
作曲 : Johnny Flynn
Gotta get out, gotta shout, gotta sing,
gotta dance, gotta jump, gotta run.
Think I'll fight a war, I don't know what for
But I'll learn when I got my gun
Well I left home three days ago
I feel like going to bed
Open the courts and a new religion
Burning through my head
Burning through my head
Made my way with the fusiliers
I even fought my way back home
But the front line shifted and my rifle got lifted
Had to fight the war on my own
Well I left home three days ago
I feel like going to bed
Walking downtown gave me cold, cold fingers
And my feet were made of lead
My feet were made of lead
I'll just eat fruit on your doorstep
I'll just drink pailfuls of rain
I'm but a barnacled warship
Singing the fighter's refrain
Singing the fighter's
Made my way with the Salvation Army
Take them on with a tambourin
I'll strike down sinners like the old gunslingers
Smooth'em out like margarine
Well, I left home three days ago
I feel like going to bed.
Open the courts and a new religion
Burning through my head
Burning through my head
Went to the gambling shop today
They had me five to one
Heard a voice behind me say
Put down the Bible and pick up your gun
Well, I left home three days ago
I feel like going to bed
Water downtown gave me cold, cold fingers
And my feet were made of lead
My feet were made of lead
I'll just eat fruit on your doorstep
I'll just drink pailfuls of rain
I'm but a barnacled warship
Singing the fighter's refrain
Singing the fighter's