歌手:The Libertines
专辑:《The Libertines》

Please don't get me wrong
See I forgive you in a song
Will call the Likely Lads
But if it's left to you
I know exactly what you'd do
With all the dreams we had
Just blood runs thicker, oh
We're as thick as thieves, you know
If that's important to you
It's important to me
I tried to make you see
But you don't want to know
You don't want to know!
If you pipe all summer long
Then get forgiven in a song
Well that's a touch, my lad
They sold the rights to all the wrongs
And when they knew you'd give me songs
Welcome back, I said
The blood runs thicker, oh
We're as thick as thieves, you know
If that's important to you
It's important to me
I tried to make you see
But you don't want to know
You don't want to know!
Oh what became of the Likely Lads?
What became of the dreams we had?
Oh what became of forever?
Oh what became of forever?
Though, we'll never know
Please don't get me wrong
See I forgive you in a song
Will call the Likely Lads
We all bought the ones
We taught 'em all we wrote the songs
That's filled with dreams we have
But blood runs thicker, oh
We're as thick as thieves, you know
If that's important to you
It's important to me
I tried to make you see
But you don't want to know
You don't want to know!
Oh what became of the Likely Lads?
What became of the dreams we had?
Oh what became of forever?
Oh what became of forever?
We'll never know!
The blood runs thicker, oh
We're as thick as thieves, you know
If that's important to you
It's important to me
I tried to make you see
But you don't want to know
You don't want to know!
Oh what became of the Likely Lads?
What became of the dreams we had?
Oh what became of forever?
Oh what became of forever?
Though, we'll never know
France
The ideal girl,
In London from France,
Came over then left me,
she left me in trance,
Now I have to get by once again on my own,
Nothing but Memories.
So I remember your eyes
that unique shade of brown,
While these blue eyes of mine
they stay closed
I kissed you goodbye on the M109,
I choked as I watched the bus go-o-o.
Choking and smoking to your angelic soul,
I'm Choking and smoking myself into a hole,
Where the only way out is to sleep and to dream,
and to cry out your na-a-ame,