Earth Mother, The Sun and the Furious Host 歌词

歌曲	Earth Mother, The Sun and the Furious Host
歌手	Skyclad
专辑	Jonah's Ark
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	作词 : Ramsey, Walkyer
	He was just a lad of fifteen years
	Who barely fit his breeches
	A latter day
	Dick Whittington
	Who dreamt of fame and riches
	His teachers took him to one side
	And promised him the earth
	When all he really wanted
	Was a taste of wine and mirth.
	They said "Attend our university Accept responsibility Chant our mantra of morality Until your throat is sore."
	A feast of knowledge this contrite
	Could not supress his appetite "Please sir I want some more and more..."
	Christianity was apparent as a fallacy
	The Devil take your
	Father, Son and
	Holy Ghost.
	The ones who have the answers
	Are they who pipe the dancers
	Earth Mother, the
	Sun and the
	Furious Host.
	I'll give the whole nation
	A sound education
	Welcome to the school of hard knocks
	Where the ones who know the answers
	Are they that take their chances
	For a small fish cast into an ocean
	Full of unknown terrors
	There's nothing much to smile at
	In his comedy of errors.
	Where streets aren't really paved with gold
	And rags don't turn to riches
	In this catalogue of disasters
	The models were all bitches.
	A Christ on every corner
	For a coin he'll save your soul
	But it's hard to be enlightened
	While you're queueing for your dole.
	When I think of all those shallow lies
	They fed me in the past
	There's one thing
	I must admit they've taught me...
	That is how to laugh
	At Christianity (it's nothing but a fallacy)
	The Devil take your
	Father, Son and
	Holy Ghost
	The ones who have the answers
	Are they who pipe the dancers
	Earth Mother, the
	Sun and the
	Furious Host.
	This one's for the teachers
	Who want to be preachers
	Will God keep you warm
	When you're cold?
	You'd put those wracked by malnutrition
	Straight onto your diet of superstition.

	zuo ci : Ramsey, Walkyer
	He was just a lad of fifteen years
	Who barely fit his breeches
	A latter day
	Dick Whittington
	Who dreamt of fame and riches
	His teachers took him to one side
	And promised him the earth
	When all he really wanted
	Was a taste of wine and mirth.
	They said " Attend our university Accept responsibility Chant our mantra of morality Until your throat is sore."
	A feast of knowledge this contrite
	Could not supress his appetite " Please sir I want some more and more..."
	Christianity was apparent as a fallacy
	The Devil take your
	Father, Son and
	Holy Ghost.
	The ones who have the answers
	Are they who pipe the dancers
	Earth Mother, the
	Sun and the
	Furious Host.
	I' ll give the whole nation
	A sound education
	Welcome to the school of hard knocks
	Where the ones who know the answers
	Are they that take their chances
	For a small fish cast into an ocean
	Full of unknown terrors
	There' s nothing much to smile at
	In his comedy of errors.
	Where streets aren' t really paved with gold
	And rags don' t turn to riches
	In this catalogue of disasters
	The models were all bitches.
	A Christ on every corner
	For a coin he' ll save your soul
	But it' s hard to be enlightened
	While you' re queueing for your dole.
	When I think of all those shallow lies
	They fed me in the past
	There' s one thing
	I must admit they' ve taught me...
	That is how to laugh
	At Christianity it' s nothing but a fallacy
	The Devil take your
	Father, Son and
	Holy Ghost
	The ones who have the answers
	Are they who pipe the dancers
	Earth Mother, the
	Sun and the
	Furious Host.
	This one' s for the teachers
	Who want to be preachers
	Will God keep you warm
	When you' re cold?
	You' d put those wracked by malnutrition
	Straight onto your diet of superstition.

	zuò cí : Ramsey, Walkyer
	He was just a lad of fifteen years
	Who barely fit his breeches
	A latter day
	Dick Whittington
	Who dreamt of fame and riches
	His teachers took him to one side
	And promised him the earth
	When all he really wanted
	Was a taste of wine and mirth.
	They said " Attend our university Accept responsibility Chant our mantra of morality Until your throat is sore."
	A feast of knowledge this contrite
	Could not supress his appetite " Please sir I want some more and more..."
	Christianity was apparent as a fallacy
	The Devil take your
	Father, Son and
	Holy Ghost.
	The ones who have the answers
	Are they who pipe the dancers
	Earth Mother, the
	Sun and the
	Furious Host.
	I' ll give the whole nation
	A sound education
	Welcome to the school of hard knocks
	Where the ones who know the answers
	Are they that take their chances
	For a small fish cast into an ocean
	Full of unknown terrors
	There' s nothing much to smile at
	In his comedy of errors.
	Where streets aren' t really paved with gold
	And rags don' t turn to riches
	In this catalogue of disasters
	The models were all bitches.
	A Christ on every corner
	For a coin he' ll save your soul
	But it' s hard to be enlightened
	While you' re queueing for your dole.
	When I think of all those shallow lies
	They fed me in the past
	There' s one thing
	I must admit they' ve taught me...
	That is how to laugh
	At Christianity it' s nothing but a fallacy
	The Devil take your
	Father, Son and
	Holy Ghost
	The ones who have the answers
	Are they who pipe the dancers
	Earth Mother, the
	Sun and the
	Furious Host.
	This one' s for the teachers
	Who want to be preachers
	Will God keep you warm
	When you' re cold?
	You' d put those wracked by malnutrition
	Straight onto your diet of superstition.

Earth Mother, The Sun and the Furious Host 歌词

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