[00:00.000] 作词 : Peter Doherty[00:00.000] 作曲 : Peter Doherty[00:00.000]That's one, two, one, two, three, four[00:03.826][00:12.889]I said, "Ed Belly watched telly in a highway motel room"[00:17.430]Well, he felt at ease in the tat and sleaze in the neon midnight gloom[00:24.163]For so long, every song in his heart and in his head[00:29.558]He fantasized, romanticized, the lonesome life he led[00:35.302][00:38.863]Well, he sang about anti-heroes, drifters, weirdos, big dreamers from small towns[00:43.788]Cyberpunks, grifters, drunks, and retired rodeo clowns[00:50.022]The dispossessed, the dissipated, the desperate, and the damned[00:55.922]Well, the lower the dog, the higher the cat, the more he loved their band[01:01.749][01:02.033]And for years, he waited with bated breath[01:04.210]Through clouds of skag and crystal meth[01:06.723]He waits so patiently for death[01:08.842]With the quick and the unbruised[01:10.681][01:12.954]With sunken eyes, he scanned the earth[01:14.805]His head down so low, his neck did hurt[01:17.151]It's a small wonder his spine's not curved[01:19.787]Kept his head so low[01:21.569][01:45.620]Yes, but all the while, his ears were tingling[01:50.436]For troubled souls have a song worth singing[01:52.966]Yeah, Hell's bells were ding-a-linging all along the road[01:57.972]I said, "All, all along that road"