Wild on the Streets 歌词

	作词 : Harris, Tatler
	The words of freedom on the tongue of a snake
	With a democratic face bought and paid for by the lies of the state
	Without a human trait well under the heels of a tyranny waits
	A long forgotten voice
	And revolution is the ultimate fate of the whip and the gun
	Nowhere to run is nothing like fun
	Out in the heat,
	Wild on the streets
	Wild on the streets, wild on the streets
	People listen to the words of a friend
	To lie you have to breath
	Television hey tell it again
	The people pay no heed
	We want equality but what do we get
	Bullets and ballots again
	Roll in your grave
	Beethoven and the death beat marches on
	Nowhere to run is nothing like fun
	Out in the heat,
	Wild on the streets
	Wild on the streets, wild on the streets
	On leather jackets and broken chain
	In walls of mortar and ties
	These are the words of our fate inscribed
	Standing twelve feet high
	Here are the free men who inherit the earth
	Here are the words that died
	Buried under six feet of dirt and the death beat marches on
	Nowhere to run is nothing like fun
	Out in the heat,
	Wild on the streets
	Wild on the streets, wild on the streets

	zuo ci : Harris, Tatler
	The words of freedom on the tongue of a snake
	With a democratic face bought and paid for by the lies of the state
	Without a human trait well under the heels of a tyranny waits
	A long forgotten voice
	And revolution is the ultimate fate of the whip and the gun
	Nowhere to run is nothing like fun
	Out in the heat,
	Wild on the streets
	Wild on the streets, wild on the streets
	People listen to the words of a friend
	To lie you have to breath
	Television hey tell it again
	The people pay no heed
	We want equality but what do we get
	Bullets and ballots again
	Roll in your grave
	Beethoven and the death beat marches on
	Nowhere to run is nothing like fun
	Out in the heat,
	Wild on the streets
	Wild on the streets, wild on the streets
	On leather jackets and broken chain
	In walls of mortar and ties
	These are the words of our fate inscribed
	Standing twelve feet high
	Here are the free men who inherit the earth
	Here are the words that died
	Buried under six feet of dirt and the death beat marches on
	Nowhere to run is nothing like fun
	Out in the heat,
	Wild on the streets
	Wild on the streets, wild on the streets

	zuò cí : Harris, Tatler
	The words of freedom on the tongue of a snake
	With a democratic face bought and paid for by the lies of the state
	Without a human trait well under the heels of a tyranny waits
	A long forgotten voice
	And revolution is the ultimate fate of the whip and the gun
	Nowhere to run is nothing like fun
	Out in the heat,
	Wild on the streets
	Wild on the streets, wild on the streets
	People listen to the words of a friend
	To lie you have to breath
	Television hey tell it again
	The people pay no heed
	We want equality but what do we get
	Bullets and ballots again
	Roll in your grave
	Beethoven and the death beat marches on
	Nowhere to run is nothing like fun
	Out in the heat,
	Wild on the streets
	Wild on the streets, wild on the streets
	On leather jackets and broken chain
	In walls of mortar and ties
	These are the words of our fate inscribed
	Standing twelve feet high
	Here are the free men who inherit the earth
	Here are the words that died
	Buried under six feet of dirt and the death beat marches on
	Nowhere to run is nothing like fun
	Out in the heat,
	Wild on the streets
	Wild on the streets, wild on the streets

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