歌曲 | Bread from Heaven |
歌手 | Gene Loves Jezebel |
专辑 | From the Mouths of Babes |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Aston, Aston, Hudson | |
Bread from Heaven | |
From the depths, mutants crawling | |
Sprawling from the caves | |
And from this land they call our fathers' | |
A chorus begs for bread | |
I heard it called a wilderness | |
This desert is man-made | |
And the creatures mill around, bemused | |
Asking who's to blame | |
If the powers that be | |
Truly believe in an eye for an eye | |
And if the punishment should fit the crime | |
Then the gallows await | |
Bread from Heaven | |
Powerless, we are powerless | |
The ants must climb this towering locust | |
Bringing it to its knees | |
And we should crush this swollen insect | |
And regain our dignity | |
Yes, yes, flesh is carved with wraps and chain | |
And on his flesh the calves of waste |
zuo ci : Aston, Aston, Hudson | |
Bread from Heaven | |
From the depths, mutants crawling | |
Sprawling from the caves | |
And from this land they call our fathers' | |
A chorus begs for bread | |
I heard it called a wilderness | |
This desert is manmade | |
And the creatures mill around, bemused | |
Asking who' s to blame | |
If the powers that be | |
Truly believe in an eye for an eye | |
And if the punishment should fit the crime | |
Then the gallows await | |
Bread from Heaven | |
Powerless, we are powerless | |
The ants must climb this towering locust | |
Bringing it to its knees | |
And we should crush this swollen insect | |
And regain our dignity | |
Yes, yes, flesh is carved with wraps and chain | |
And on his flesh the calves of waste |
zuò cí : Aston, Aston, Hudson | |
Bread from Heaven | |
From the depths, mutants crawling | |
Sprawling from the caves | |
And from this land they call our fathers' | |
A chorus begs for bread | |
I heard it called a wilderness | |
This desert is manmade | |
And the creatures mill around, bemused | |
Asking who' s to blame | |
If the powers that be | |
Truly believe in an eye for an eye | |
And if the punishment should fit the crime | |
Then the gallows await | |
Bread from Heaven | |
Powerless, we are powerless | |
The ants must climb this towering locust | |
Bringing it to its knees | |
And we should crush this swollen insect | |
And regain our dignity | |
Yes, yes, flesh is carved with wraps and chain | |
And on his flesh the calves of waste |