歌手:Bleachers
专辑:《Bleachers》

作词 : Jack Antonoff
作曲 : Jack Antonoff
Each night I pray that I'll meet God
Under the worry of my thoughts, uh-huh
Nothing better than to be
All phantom thread with somebody, so nice
A kid I used to babysit drinks himself off a Dimes Square bench, uh-huh
Uh-huh, oh yeah

Tell them to grease the wheels
Pull the arrow back, start the appeals
I'm not the man who sold the world

I saw exactly what I asked for
I'm the well adjusted herb, uh-huh
A teenage girl just sized me up
It's something I don't wanna discuss, uh-huh
What's wrong? Oh yeah

Tell them to grease the wheels
Pull the arrow back, start the appeal
I'm not the man who sold the world

Jesus is dead and so's New York
I built a place right down the shore, it's nice
Do you remember DFA, Misshapes, and oh, the great Longwave?
I do, and I miss it all the time

Tell them to grease the wheels
Flip the hourglass, start up the steal
I'm not the man who sold the world

We drove forever and the venue herbs
Took all of our money and all of our merch, **** off
So let's make it Bleachers, make it shore
The louder you scream, the harder he blows
You know what I mean
Texas man, cause a scene

Tell them to grease the wheels
Pull the arrow back, start the appeal
I'm not the man who sold the world