Four Fingered Fisherman - Mark Kozelek
歌曲信息
歌曲名：Four Fingered Fisherman
歌手：Mark Kozelek
所属专辑：Lost Verses Live
发行时间：2009-05-12
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Four Fingered Fisherman - Mark Kozelek 文本歌词
You're in the back seat and you say to yourself
Okay it doesn't matter anyway
It's w**ds pulling w**ds and you're blaming yourself
Okay we're all indifferent in our own ways
You're in trouble now and you say to yourself
Okay my baby clean conscience anyways
You're in the back seat and you say to yourself
Okay it doesn't matter anyway
It's w**ds pulling w**ds and you're blaming yourself
Okay we're all indifferent in our own ways
You're in trouble now and you say to yourself
Okay my baby clean conscience anyways
Four fingered fisherman all right
Four fingered fisherman so uptight
Hello
You're getting on no one
You're both right
Four fingered fisherman all night long
Four fingered fisherman so uptight though
So uptight though
Okay it doesn't matter anyway
It's w**ds pulling w**ds and you're blaming yourself
Okay we're all indifferent in our own ways
You're in trouble now and you say to yourself
Okay my baby clean conscience anyways
You're in the back seat and you say to yourself
Okay it doesn't matter anyway
It's w**ds pulling w**ds and you're blaming yourself
Okay we're all indifferent in our own ways
You're in trouble now and you say to yourself
Okay my baby clean conscience anyways
Four fingered fisherman all right
Four fingered fisherman so uptight
Hello
You're getting on no one
You're both right
Four fingered fisherman all night long
Four fingered fisherman so uptight though
So uptight though
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