Evil And A Heathen - Franz Ferdinand (法兰兹·费迪南)

Words fall from my mouth

Like plates from shaking hands

Smash upon the silence

Of the smooth naked canal

I'm evil and a heathen

I'm evil and a heathen

I'm a heathen and evil like you

There's not a lot

Not a lot I couldn't do

I like how you pretend

That the end will be the end

So fill your thirst

Drink a curse

To the death of death instead

I'm evil and a heathen

I'm evil and a heathen

I'm a heathen and evil like you

There's not a lot

Not a lot I wouldn't do

Utrecht led me to the Sacre Coeur

Where the smoke curled round

Now the ice blows of Lake Michigan

When the ice blows

The ice flows knocks you down

Your teeth are black with wine

As you place those lips on mine

And the moon hangs heavy and forbidden high

On the night of our lives

I'm evil and a heathen

I'm evil and a heathen

I'm a heathen and evil like you

There's not a lot

Not a lot we couldn't do

Evil like you