歌曲 | Gun in Your Hand |
歌手 | Lagwagon |
专辑 | Let's Talk About Feelings |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Cape, Lagwagon | |
You jump in front of the bullet | |
The family put you to it | |
You might survive the first thousand shots | |
Back to the end of the line | |
You hold the will to survive them | |
Answer to those you have failed | |
Time to clean your room and show you are able to stop | |
Beating yourself down | |
You've arrived | |
A wealth of respect, a world of a regard | |
You've always belonged | |
You have to go on | |
I just want you to feel the gun in your hand | |
You used to hold aspiration | |
You couldn't see the limitations | |
Even in your youth you were unsurpassed | |
But driven by grief and it couldn't last | |
Sometimes promise | |
Sometimes goodbye | |
Confessed to all through bloodshot eyes | |
I just want you to feel the gun in your hand yeah | |
It only breaks you until you get off | |
I'm not gonna watch you kill yourself to live | |
It's all so average until you get off | |
I'm not gonna wait here until the body's cold | |
I was young too | |
I felt just like you | |
Hated authority, hated all my bosses | |
Thought they were full of shit | |
Well it's like they say: | |
If you're not a rebel at the age of twenty, | |
You got no heart | |
But if you haven't turned establishment by thirty, | |
You got no brains | |
Because there are no storybook romances | |
No... fairy tale endings so before you run out to change the world, (I just want you to feel the gun in your hand) | |
Ask yourself: | |
What do you really want? |
zuo ci : Cape, Lagwagon | |
You jump in front of the bullet | |
The family put you to it | |
You might survive the first thousand shots | |
Back to the end of the line | |
You hold the will to survive them | |
Answer to those you have failed | |
Time to clean your room and show you are able to stop | |
Beating yourself down | |
You' ve arrived | |
A wealth of respect, a world of a regard | |
You' ve always belonged | |
You have to go on | |
I just want you to feel the gun in your hand | |
You used to hold aspiration | |
You couldn' t see the limitations | |
Even in your youth you were unsurpassed | |
But driven by grief and it couldn' t last | |
Sometimes promise | |
Sometimes goodbye | |
Confessed to all through bloodshot eyes | |
I just want you to feel the gun in your hand yeah | |
It only breaks you until you get off | |
I' m not gonna watch you kill yourself to live | |
It' s all so average until you get off | |
I' m not gonna wait here until the body' s cold | |
I was young too | |
I felt just like you | |
Hated authority, hated all my bosses | |
Thought they were full of shit | |
Well it' s like they say: | |
If you' re not a rebel at the age of twenty, | |
You got no heart | |
But if you haven' t turned establishment by thirty, | |
You got no brains | |
Because there are no storybook romances | |
No... fairy tale endings so before you run out to change the world, I just want you to feel the gun in your hand | |
Ask yourself: | |
What do you really want? |
zuò cí : Cape, Lagwagon | |
You jump in front of the bullet | |
The family put you to it | |
You might survive the first thousand shots | |
Back to the end of the line | |
You hold the will to survive them | |
Answer to those you have failed | |
Time to clean your room and show you are able to stop | |
Beating yourself down | |
You' ve arrived | |
A wealth of respect, a world of a regard | |
You' ve always belonged | |
You have to go on | |
I just want you to feel the gun in your hand | |
You used to hold aspiration | |
You couldn' t see the limitations | |
Even in your youth you were unsurpassed | |
But driven by grief and it couldn' t last | |
Sometimes promise | |
Sometimes goodbye | |
Confessed to all through bloodshot eyes | |
I just want you to feel the gun in your hand yeah | |
It only breaks you until you get off | |
I' m not gonna watch you kill yourself to live | |
It' s all so average until you get off | |
I' m not gonna wait here until the body' s cold | |
I was young too | |
I felt just like you | |
Hated authority, hated all my bosses | |
Thought they were full of shit | |
Well it' s like they say: | |
If you' re not a rebel at the age of twenty, | |
You got no heart | |
But if you haven' t turned establishment by thirty, | |
You got no brains | |
Because there are no storybook romances | |
No... fairy tale endings so before you run out to change the world, I just want you to feel the gun in your hand | |
Ask yourself: | |
What do you really want? |