Loyal Like Sid & Nancy (像席德与南茜一样忠诚) - Foster The People Written by:Mark Foster/Isom Innis Parading to the masses We're coming so fresh to death I've been stealing looks from shadows You conjure with your purse Yeah you're walking in stilettos But your nose is bleeding out I've been running from the devil But the devil's on my back I'm decreasing Took a leave of absence from the war If the wall is coming down Then we got to press the pedal Got my hands up in the air I'm saying I can't breathe I got my hands up in the air I'm saying Hey man get away from me
Yeah hey man get away from me
Never asked for any favors Nothing I want from you
I've been looking for an answer To keep me from falling through
And I'm waiting for the voice to speak Cause I can't see
I hope we'll hear the sound eventually
I felt their claws obstruct and refuse Refugees in the new rome They've locked our voices in the oven Like Sylvia at home My eyes are on the world My hands are anxious To feel something real True colors tend to glisten And then reveal Where's the love
And why are we so far from love
Chased by badgers ducking lights Push the dagger when it's right Martial law inshallah Mi casa es tuya Ghosting like I'm Daniel Johnston And I'm locked up in the basement Where Satan lies in satin tweets And realigns his face lift The criminals are laughing with Their empty toothless faces We've melted all our gold To recommence our idol worship We all pretend one day We'll be the greatest of the Gatsby's Growling mouths with rabies And loyal like Sid and Nancy
Hey man get away from me
You pretend you got control
Hey man get away from me
I never asked for any favors Nothing I want from you
Well I've been praying for an answer To keep me from falling through
Yeah I'm waiting for the voice to speak Because I can't see
We'll hear the sound eventually
We'll hear the sound
We'll hear the sound eventually
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I felt their claws obstruct and refuse Refugees in the new rome They've locked our voices in the oven Like Sylvia at home My eyes are on the world My hands are anxious To feel something real True colors tend to glisten And then reveal Where's the lov