歌曲 | Eighth Lock |
歌手 | GWAR |
专辑 | Beyond Hell |
作词 : GWAR | |
No one to see | |
Nowhere to go | |
Nothing to do | |
No one to know | |
Eighth lock | |
Eighth lock | |
Nothing will live | |
Nothing will grow | |
No one will care | |
No one will know | |
Eighth lock | |
You can never win | |
You only get out | |
By not going in | |
They put me down into the ground | |
Lost without light, without taste, without sound | |
Beneath the barren mound | |
They put me in a place they call eighth lock | |
Eighth lock | |
But I'm getting stronger | |
Eighth lock | |
Not very much longer | |
No one to see | |
Nowhere to go | |
Nothing to do | |
No one to know | |
Eighth lock | |
Eighth lock | |
Nothing will live | |
Nothing will grow | |
No one will care | |
No one will know | |
Eighth lock | |
You can never win | |
You only get out | |
By not going in | |
Who the hell am I? | |
Yeah, yeah, yeah | |
And what did you do to my hands? | |
I'm getting stronger | |
They built this place with steel | |
And painted it with mud | |
It's constantly on fire | |
They put it out with blood | |
They said it was a prison | |
But became so much more | |
The maze it built into itself | |
They had to bar the door | |
Bar the door! | |
Quickly you fools! | |
Nothing to do | |
Nowhere to go | |
The floating eyeball is to be feared | |
The pupil hides a maw | |
They say that children run this place | |
That's how they missed the fatal flaw | |
Eigth lock | |
You never can win | |
You only get out | |
By not going in | |
No one to see | |
Nowhere to go | |
Nothing to do | |
Eigth lock | |
You never can win | |
You only get out | |
By not going in | |
No one to see | |
Nowhere to go | |
Nothing to do | |
No one to know | |
When you come to eighth lock | |
It's like some vile rebirth | |
Where devils delve into your life | |
And demons deem it's worth | |
The food comes through a hole | |
My cellmate is a troll | |
The warden he has hooks for hands | |
We all play our roles | |
We all play our roles | |
Or wind up on a pole | |
(Eighth lock) | |
A diabolic construct | |
As flesh runs rife with worms | |
Somehow flesh and metal merge | |
As bloated larvae squirms | |
The things within they made with rules | |
They steal the souls of those they think are fit to play their hateful games |
zuò cí : GWAR | |
No one to see | |
Nowhere to go | |
Nothing to do | |
No one to know | |
Eighth lock | |
Eighth lock | |
Nothing will live | |
Nothing will grow | |
No one will care | |
No one will know | |
Eighth lock | |
You can never win | |
You only get out | |
By not going in | |
They put me down into the ground | |
Lost without light, without taste, without sound | |
Beneath the barren mound | |
They put me in a place they call eighth lock | |
Eighth lock | |
But I' m getting stronger | |
Eighth lock | |
Not very much longer | |
No one to see | |
Nowhere to go | |
Nothing to do | |
No one to know | |
Eighth lock | |
Eighth lock | |
Nothing will live | |
Nothing will grow | |
No one will care | |
No one will know | |
Eighth lock | |
You can never win | |
You only get out | |
By not going in | |
Who the hell am I? | |
Yeah, yeah, yeah | |
And what did you do to my hands? | |
I' m getting stronger | |
They built this place with steel | |
And painted it with mud | |
It' s constantly on fire | |
They put it out with blood | |
They said it was a prison | |
But became so much more | |
The maze it built into itself | |
They had to bar the door | |
Bar the door! | |
Quickly you fools! | |
Nothing to do | |
Nowhere to go | |
The floating eyeball is to be feared | |
The pupil hides a maw | |
They say that children run this place | |
That' s how they missed the fatal flaw | |
Eigth lock | |
You never can win | |
You only get out | |
By not going in | |
No one to see | |
Nowhere to go | |
Nothing to do | |
Eigth lock | |
You never can win | |
You only get out | |
By not going in | |
No one to see | |
Nowhere to go | |
Nothing to do | |
No one to know | |
When you come to eighth lock | |
It' s like some vile rebirth | |
Where devils delve into your life | |
And demons deem it' s worth | |
The food comes through a hole | |
My cellmate is a troll | |
The warden he has hooks for hands | |
We all play our roles | |
We all play our roles | |
Or wind up on a pole | |
Eighth lock | |
A diabolic construct | |
As flesh runs rife with worms | |
Somehow flesh and metal merge | |
As bloated larvae squirms | |
The things within they made with rules | |
They steal the souls of those they think are fit to play their hateful games |