[00:00.000] 作曲 : Harry Koisser
[00:00.000] 作词 : Harry Koisser
[00:00.000] 编曲 : Harry Koisser
[00:00.000]I think I need a few more days to rest
[00:06.800]The winters here and I'm starting to see my breath
[00:14.131]They sent a thousand kids to their death
[00:21.000]So these green old hills never saw the caliphate
[00:28.000]In Glastonbury the summer comes to the boil
[00:35.096]Did Jesus walk this deep nutritious soil
[00:42.552]To sacrifice a thousand British boys
[00:49.161]So the christian world could burn to holier
[00:56.509]And all I can think about is
[01:03.789]Polly with the perfect hair
[01:10.684]Polly with the perfect
[01:14.003]Polly with the perfect
[01:17.154]Polly with the perfect hair
[01:25.646]The skaters wax where the asphalt meets the curb
[01:31.950]Oh a fling in the spring is a thing all kids deserve
[01:38.820]While the English shells sing as they fell to the earth
[01:46.000]Find bricks and bones and blood in the dirt
[01:52.383]When the leaves turn red and the season starts to fall
[01:59.580]I get so damn excited when you call
[02:06.465]Dakota knew that he was killing somebody's son
[02:13.137]As he looked in his eyes beating him with a stone
[02:20.340]And all I can think about is
[02:27.900]Polly with the perfect hair
[02:34.680]Polly with the perfect
[02:38.032]Polly with the perfect
[02:41.371]Polly with the perfect hair
[02:48.111]All I can think about is
[02:55.241]Polly with the perfect hair
[03:02.137]Polly with the perfect
[03:05.550]Polly with the perfect
[03:09.111]Polly with the perfect hair

作曲 : Harry Koisser
作词 : Harry Koisser
编曲 : Harry Koisser
I think I need a few more days to rest
The winters here and I'm starting to see my breath
They sent a thousand kids to their death
So these green old hills never saw the caliphate
In Glastonbury the summer comes to the boil
Did Jesus walk this deep nutritious soil
To sacrifice a thousand British boys
So the christian world could burn to holier
And all I can think about is
Polly with the perfect hair
Polly with the perfect
Polly with the perfect
Polly with the perfect hair
The skaters wax where the asphalt meets the curb
Oh a fling in the spring is a thing all kids deserve
While the English shells sing as they fell to the earth
Find bricks and bones and blood in the dirt
When the leaves turn red and the season starts to fall
I get so damn excited when you call
Dakota knew that he was killing somebody's son
As he looked in his eyes beating him with a stone
And all I can think about is
Polly with the perfect hair
Polly with the perfect
Polly with the perfect
Polly with the perfect hair
All I can think about is
Polly with the perfect hair
Polly with the perfect
Polly with the perfect
Polly with the perfect hair