all my mistakes We can't live like this anymore. Whoa, Let's break this town Whoa, Let's break this Whoa, Let's break this town Whoa, Let's break this
译文: 阅兵日. 打破这个城市.
were all my mistakes We can't live like this anymore. Whoa, Let's break this town Whoa, Let's break this Whoa, Let's break this town Whoa, Let's break this
Produced by Steve Schram, and recorded at Sing Sing Studios in the bands home town of Melbourne, this is an album which shows The Cat Empire at their
party, piss on your parade Sip syrup like it's Lemonade From Paris to the Palisades to the Promenade Bomb and fade, closes the car, break worlds, it'
2-5-2-5 little town of shit You can call a sharon hill and a dogg be town shit I wouldn't break bad if you come from out of town 'cause I'm down by law
and I'm playing this rock and roll thing She wants to be just like me And I want every damn thing I can see. You know one day you're daddy's little
circus comes to town and I will rain on your parade without a sound Then we will draw a crowd that's only breaking down for one day I graduate this calss
all day was no kind of deal It all seemed oh so surreal had to break from the real world But where is the real world? One day you'll wake up and you
your party, piss on your parade, Sip syrup like it's Lemonade From Paris to the Palasades to the Prominade. Bomb and fade, closes the car, break worlds
5-2-5 little town of shit You can call a Sharon Hill and a dogg be town shit I wouldn't break bad if you come from out of town Cuz I'm down by law and
Spit Sp-spit, spit, rounds Round of town, upstate, so shake So shake it down Get them boys, get them thangs, but break But break 'em down From the bottom
circus comes to town and I will rain on your parade without a sound Then we will draw a crowd that?s only breaking down for one day I graduate this calss
all day was no kind of deal It all seemed oh so surreal Had to break from the real world But where is the real world? One day you'll wake up and you
party, piss on your parade, Sip syrup like it's Lemonade From Paris to the Palasades to the Prominade. Bomb and fade, closes the car, break worlds, it
and thanks still landing on your lawn, like a three piece suit, with top hat and cane, like a cloudy day parade that never seems to rain Shot through my chest, this
