[00:00.00] 作曲 : Carl Hauck[00:37.97]The haze of coffin nails and the scent of liquid nerve[00:46.69]Swirl through the vacant garden rows[00:52.46]The verb coils warm as the check, check, checker[01:02.41]Reigns in his ersatz troubadour clothes[01:12.66]The ivory is stale as the company[01:19.53]Chestnut roots and fifths bled dry[01:26.20]The tired minstrel turns out uninspired words[01:37.36]Of hope and change and other statist lies[01:45.24][02:22.82]Cue the garbled sketch of an overpass arena[02:31.64]Where Rooster croons for an audience of two[02:40.25]Passing pairs of headlights make for transient marquees[02:48.36]And the stars guide his fingers in those rusty twelve-bar blues[02:56.57]They start with pilfered wives, then slide to maudlin sighs[03:06.03]For his only son who married a machine[03:12.16]He flails his head about as his voice grows loud[03:22.41]But nothing comes to mind for the turnaround[03:31.81]So he says whoa whoa whoa whoa, don't wanna settle down[03:40.66]So he says whoa whoa whoa whoa, don't wanna settle down[03:49.87]So he says whoa whoa whoa whoa, don't wanna settle down[03:59.37]So he says whoa whoa whoa whoa, don't wanna settle down......[04:11.13]don't wanna settle down[04:19.79]don't wanna settle down[04:28.59]don't wanna settle down......[04:58.90]Left with the slurred advice "don't depend on anyone,"[05:07.01]I slowly nod, but purge it from my brain,[05:15.57]Assure myself that it's too late, it's too late for that[05:22.59]And hope to all that's holy that won't change