[00:00.00] 作曲 : glass beach
[00:01.20]Here it is again, a heart of excitement
[00:05.69]In the form of a girl who hates her life
[00:09.9]As she sits alone on the floor of her bedroom
[00:13.12]Waiting for answers, wasting time
[00:30.93]Here it is again, the son of a soldier
[00:34.66]Remington shotgun, rolled up sleeves
[00:37.83]To keep Satan out of the walls of the suburbs
[00:41.87]His last bastion of modernity
[00:44.95]But Satan waits upstairs, watching over his daughter
[00:48.91]She writes emo songs, she's so depressed
[00:52.14]Her lyrics are naive but she still sings her heart out
[00:57.79]The only way she knows how to confess
[00:58.47]And as she gets up to shut the bedroom door behind her
[01:03.46]He stands right beside her, she's trying to get her head on straight
[01:07.36]With box dye hair to match her black thigh highs
[01:09.72]And scratched nail polish, she performs femininity
[01:13.57]She laughs so hard I watch her lose her balance, fall over backwards
[01:17.64]To the arms of Mephistopheles But she'll never leave her bedroom in this bedroom community
[01:54.98]He said you'll never be OK, K, if you don't come to your senses
[01:59.21]With you everything's the end of the world
[02:02.47]Melancholia can spread like a virus
[02:06.31]I'm sure you got it from that stupid girl
[02:09.84]You'll never be OK, if you don't come to your senses
[02:12.62]But I feel so defenseless, so alone
[02:16.59]I thought he was right when he said that he loved me
[02:20.51]He's still thinking of me from up there
[02:24.32]And as they stop to look at her they won't look further
[02:27.60]Like it's not a murder, it's an inevitable tragedy
[02:31.36]The bloody hands of all the heartless ****ers
[02:35.10]Who emotionally ****ed her to monetize her suffering
[02:38.85]Flipping through a spiral notebook for some
[02:42.21]Sad hopeless words to turn into a liturgy
[02:45.30]So she'll never leave her bedroom in this bedroom community
[03:26.54]Da na na na naaa
[03:28.48]Na na na na na
[03:32.8]Na na na na na
[03:33.15]Na na na
[03:34.63]Na na na na NA na
[03:36.4]NAA nana na na
[03:37.47]Na na na na na
[03:38.71]Na na na
[04:10.3]No no no no no no no no no no
[04:12.65]No no NO no, no no no no
[04:16.24]Nonono no no NO no
[04:18.4]No no no no no no
[04:19.96]No NO NO NO, no no no no
[04:21.64]Nonono no no NO no
[04:23.77]No no no no no no no no no no
[04:26.56]No nooo NO no, no no no no
[04:28.76]Nonono no no NO no
[04:32.44]No we'll never leave our bedrooms
[04:34.35]We're a bedroom community
[04:54.77]Here it is again, a heart of excitement
[05:00.85]In the form of a girl who hates her life
[05:06.81]As she sits alone on the floor of her bedroom
[05:13.90]Waiting for answers, wasting time

作曲 : glass beach
Here it is again, a heart of excitement
In the form of a girl who hates her life
As she sits alone on the floor of her bedroom
Waiting for answers, wasting time
Here it is again, the son of a soldier
Remington shotgun, rolled up sleeves
To keep Satan out of the walls of the suburbs
His last bastion of modernity
But Satan waits upstairs, watching over his daughter
She writes emo songs, she's so depressed
Her lyrics are naive but she still sings her heart out
The only way she knows how to confess
And as she gets up to shut the bedroom door behind her
He stands right beside her, she's trying to get her head on straight
With box dye hair to match her black thigh highs
And scratched nail polish, she performs femininity
She laughs so hard I watch her lose her balance, fall over backwards
To the arms of Mephistopheles But she'll never leave her bedroom in this bedroom community
He said you'll never be OK, K, if you don't come to your senses
With you everything's the end of the world
Melancholia can spread like a virus
I'm sure you got it from that stupid girl
You'll never be OK, if you don't come to your senses
But I feel so defenseless, so alone
I thought he was right when he said that he loved me
He's still thinking of me from up there
And as they stop to look at her they won't look further
Like it's not a murder, it's an inevitable tragedy
The bloody hands of all the heartless ****ers
Who emotionally ****ed her to monetize her suffering
Flipping through a spiral notebook for some
Sad hopeless words to turn into a liturgy
So she'll never leave her bedroom in this bedroom community
Da na na na naaa
Na na na na na
Na na na na na
Na na na
Na na na na NA na
NAA nana na na
Na na na na na
Na na na
No no no no no no no no no no
No no NO no, no no no no
Nonono no no NO no
No no no no no no
No NO NO NO, no no no no
Nonono no no NO no
No no no no no no no no no no
No nooo NO no, no no no no
Nonono no no NO no
No we'll never leave our bedrooms
We're a bedroom community
Here it is again, a heart of excitement
In the form of a girl who hates her life
As she sits alone on the floor of her bedroom
Waiting for answers, wasting time