Bài hát Spilt Needles Báo Lỗi

I've done myself an impossible crime,

I have to paint myself a hole and fall inside.

And if it's far enough in sight and rhyme,

I get to wear another dress and count in time.


Oh, won't you do me the favor, man,

Of forgiving my

Polymorphing opinion here

On your vague outline.


Find myself another burning gate,

A pretty face, a vague idea I can't relate,

And this is what you get for pulling pins,

Another hole inside the hole you're in.


It's like I'm perched on the handle bars

Of a blind man's bike.

No straws to grab, just the rushing wind...

On a rolling mind.


They'll want you to decide

Eventually, it happens-

Some gather on one side,

With all their pearlys snapping,

They close the basement door,

That sets our teeth to chatter,

You never saw it before,

But now that hardly matters.


You're old enough, boy,

Too many summers you've enjoyed.

So spin the wheel,

We'll set you up with some odd convictions,

Because you're finally golden, boy


It's like I'm perched on the handle bars

Of a blind man's bike.

No straws to grab, just the rushing wind...

On a rolling mind.