笨小笨Oscar Wilde (Came Here To Make Fun of You)歌词由John Murry演唱，出自专辑《the stars are god’s bullet holes.》，下面是《Oscar Wilde (Came Here To Make Fun of You)》完整版歌词！
Oscar Wilde (Came Here To Make Fun of You)歌词完整版
i bought fertilizer and brake fluid
who in the hell am i supposed to trust?
sympathy ends in gas chambers
oklahoma city shoulda been enough
bought us a four wheel drive
mama, you go get the gun
we'll pack all these postcards,
sell what's left,
and run.
the giving of blood begets the drawing of it by thieves.
things will get interesting now,
i was holding onto you,
you let go of me.
oscar wilde came here to make fun of you
to dress well and play bridge
so why the hell can't i do the same?
who are these architects of indifference?
all i hear are helicopters
threshing the pale sky
shining their lights and flying low
and treating us like we're criminals
man, i'd rather be deemed a criminal
than be a player in their nocturnes,
preludes to dying in my sleep,
in another sunburned country of greed,
swifter than any shadow, shorter than any dream
sauvage crowds swirl beneath bare trees
the thorny truth is growing sharp
i relive that season in hell
trying to eulogize the dark
with the wind now at our heels
the noose and whip won't be far behind
so go on and reel off all your requiems,
i'm done crying.
we kneel before you drunk pale and insane,
looking for an exit sign from this senseless game.
when the forest of the night,
has been torched and is burning bright,
tell me: what immortal hand or eye
is gonna give a damn enough to cry
when
everyday is
like
huffing lighter fluid
take me to reading gaol with oscar wilde,
i'll get used to it.
lock me up in clerkenwell prison,
i'll blow a hole right through it.
if i didn't have to hustle all these second-hand stories, this wouldn't be a joke.
doooh doooh doooh
