- Squeeze The Knack 歌词
- Squeeze
- Standing by the cue rack, hat over his eyes,
Smokes drifts slowly from him, looking kind and wise.
Seen him in the papers, murder boy
Malone, Heard the barman whisper something 'bout the phone.
Watch out on the corner, standing by the rack,
Little Gringo told her, shot him in the back.
Now I'm shaking, yes
I'm shaking, now
I'm shaking 'cos
I ain't got the knack.
Carlos see most cargo, hands against the wheel,
Slaughter in the warehouse, bowling alley too,
Look behind the jury, scared to point at you.
Watch out on the corner, standing by the rack,
Little Gringo told her, shot him in the back.
Now I'm shaking, yes
I'm shaking, now
I'm shaking 'cos
I ain't got the knack.
Round and round the city, taxis all fall down,
Shot at in a
Citroen, east side of the town.
Waffle in at
Winnies, tied between the bars 50-50 chances, bulletproof-ul cars.
Watch out on the corner, standing by the rack,
Little Gringo told her, shot him in the back.
Now I'm shaking, yes
I'm shaking, now
I'm shaking, 'cos
I ain't got the knack.
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