《(PLAN A)》歌词

[00:00:00] (PLAN A) - Los Campesinos!

[00:00:04] Just like when we were seventeen

[00:00:07] We said we'd move to Malta, claim Nationality,

[00:00:10] And now that we are twenty-three

[00:00:12] Days tethered to the running track,

[00:00:14] Evenings chained to the dishrack

[00:00:15] I'm called up to the Maltese national team,

[00:00:18] My vision is impeccable, my first touch is obscene.

[00:00:20] A world cup qualifier finds me fifty, forty, thirty yards

[00:00:23] From goal, a late sub on in an off the striker role

[00:00:26] Was it wind? Did it take a bad deflection?

[00:00:29] A decade spent nursing a fear that you might never make it?

[00:00:32] The crowd draws breathe at once it swerves to the top corner

[00:00:34] The Sunday tabloid press declares me the new king of Malta.

[00:00:47] With my name on shirts, your face on the cash

[00:00:50] That every week just piles inside our bank account,

[00:00:53] We'd rule the roost and we could start a family

[00:00:55] I think we'd make about a hundred million bucks

[00:01:00] I head down to the mint and tell them:

[00:01:02] Pound every coin deep into the ground

[00:01:05] Burn every note in circulation

[00:01:08] There's a new face on the currency of our nation.

[00:01:11] I hand them a photograph of you,

[00:01:13] The most beautiful thing they'd ever seen.

[00:01:16] The press starts a rolling, your image on Euros,

[00:01:19] The workforce retires to the bathroom.

[00:01:32] With my name on shirts, your face on the cash

[00:01:35] That every week just piles inside our bank account,

[00:01:37] We'd rule the roost and we could start a family

[00:01:40] I think we'd make about a hundred million bucks

[00:01:43] With my name on shirts, your face on the cash

[00:01:46] That every week just piles inside our bank account,

[00:01:48] We'd rule the roost and we could start a family

[00:01:52] I think we'd make about a hundred million bucks