Bow, Wind, Blow 歌詞

Chorus Blow, winds blow, all my troubles away, Blow, winds blow, until judgement day. Well, it's hardly fair, that Murray cut his hair those golden locks went on the [?] But tonight, if we ask him right He will regale us all with Blur songs (chorus) The world's biggest dope, Has got to be the pope For Christ's sake, where does he get his views from. He gave the conference a pass, He's got his head up his ass, And he's probably not using a condom. Chorus Well, for most of our shows, I wear my casual clothes, so don't mistake me for Phil Collins. But London's tough, so we're all in stuff that makes us look like Henry Rollins chorus Our name is Moxy Fruv And as we prove we may be milder than you may have planned. But hey, don't you freak, because three nights a week, we're a brooding, fuck-you grunge band.