Lyrics of Zhang Zhenyue's "hands in pockets"

Put your hands in your pockets

Put your hands in your pockets and your hat is crooked

Be my mouth with a cigarette

I want to turn the world upside down

Where is the truth in the crazy show business

I put my hands in my pockets and my hat is crooked

When my feet don't go any further

Turn off the phone and get out of the trouble

Don't want to see false faces again

I've been singing for seven or eight years

Time is fast, money is hard to save

It's great to drive in this circle

A lot of cocks, a lot of flatterers

There are more aliens

On the right and wrong of rumors

I don't care about the front page, so what

It's none of my business

My happiness does not come from this circle

I dream that I am a super DJ

Wake up in the sunset at Ibra Beach

Jammed in traffic

I don't want the air conditioner to dry!

How many more years can I sing?

No matter my life is still very free

I'm not going to send two a year

Three in two years, three dead in three years.

Put your hands in your pockets and your hat is crooked

Be my mouth with a cigarette

Don't want to pay attention to the reversed world

Where is the truth in the crazy show business

I put my hands in my pockets and my hat is crooked

When my feet don't go any further

Turn off the phone and get out of the trouble

I don't want to see fake faces again

Whoo! Hee hee! Michael is out of fashion

Our songs are bound to go out of fashion

What's the first experience of love? Love me, don't go. Even I feel a little sick

The perfect side is the most dangerous trap

Defect is the most real mirror

To live in the world is to be worthy of yourself

It's easier said than done

I'm not a good example or student

I don't pretend

Maybe you think it's bullshit

So anyway, how do you sell the records now

No matter! Record companies have to send

It doesn't matter whether I sell it or not. That's what I do

Start my little cigarette, light up my three or five cigarettes and continue the traffic jam!

Put your hands in your pockets and your hat is crooked

Be my mouth with a cigarette

Don't want to pay attention to the reversed world

Where is the truth in the crazy show business

I put my hands in my pockets and my hat is crooked

When my feet don't go any further

Turn off the phone and get out of the trouble

Don't want to see false faces again

Put your hands in your pockets and your hat is crooked

Be my mouth with a cigarette

Don't want to pay attention to the reversed world

Where is the truth in the crazy show business

I put my hands in my pockets and my hat is crooked

When my feet don't go any further

Turn off the phone and get out of the trouble

Don't want to see false faces again