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  • 作词 : Gossard, Vedder
    How does he do it? How do they do it? Uncanny and immutable.
    This is such a happening tailpipe of a party.
    Like sugar, the guests are so refined.
    A confidence man but why so beleagued?
    He's not a leader he's a Texas leaguer.
    Swinging for the fence. Got lucky with a strike.
    Drilling for fear makes the job simple.
    Born on third. Thinks he got a triple.
    Blackout weaves its way through the cities.
    Blackout weaves its way through the cities.
    Blackout weaves its way.
    I remember when you sang that song about today.
    Now it's tomorrow and everything has changed.
    A think tank of aloof multiplication.
    A nicotine wish and a columbus decanter.
    Retrenchment and hoggishness.
    The aristocrat choir sings, 'What's the ruckus?'
    The haves have not a clue.
    The immenseness of suffering.
    And the odd negotiation. A rarity.
    With onionskin plausibility of life.
    And a keyboard reaffirmation.
    Blackout weaves its way through the cities.
    Blackout weaves its way through the cities.
    Blackout weaves its way.
    I remember when you sang that song about today.
    Now it's tomorrow and everything has changed.
  • 作词 : Gossard, Vedder
    How does he do it? How do they do it? Uncanny and immutable.
    This is such a happening tailpipe of a party.
    Like sugar, the guests are so refined.
    A confidence man but why so beleagued?
    He's not a leader he's a Texas leaguer.
    Swinging for the fence. Got lucky with a strike.
    Drilling for fear makes the job simple.
    Born on third. Thinks he got a triple.
    Blackout weaves its way through the cities.
    Blackout weaves its way through the cities.
    Blackout weaves its way.
    I remember when you sang that song about today.
    Now it's tomorrow and everything has changed.
    A think tank of aloof multiplication.
    A nicotine wish and a columbus decanter.
    Retrenchment and hoggishness.
    The aristocrat choir sings, 'What's the ruckus?'
    The haves have not a clue.
    The immenseness of suffering.
    And the odd negotiation. A rarity.
    With onionskin plausibility of life.
    And a keyboard reaffirmation.
    Blackout weaves its way through the cities.
    Blackout weaves its way through the cities.
    Blackout weaves its way.
    I remember when you sang that song about today.
    Now it's tomorrow and everything has changed.