Days of the Underground 歌词

	作词 : Brock, Calvert
	In visions of acid we saw through delusion
	and brainbox pollution, we knew we were right
	The streets were our oyster, we smoked urban poison
	and we turned all this noise on, we knew how to fight
	We dropped out and tuned in, we spoke secret jargon
	and we would not bargain for what We had found
	in the days of the underground
	We believed in Guevera, we saw that head held up
	and our anger welled up but we kept it cool
	No need for machine guns 'cause the system was crumbling,
	our leaders were fumbling While we broke every rule
	We saw them on T.V. they'd blown their cover
	and we tried to smother their voices With sound,
	in the days of the underground
	Whatever happened to those chromium heroes,
	are there none of them still left around,
	since The days of the underground?
	Now we can look back at the heroes we were then,
	we made quite a stir then with our sonic attack,
	street-fighting dancers, the assassins of silence,
	with make-believe violence on a hundred watt stack
	They offered us contracts, we said "we don't need 'em",
	we'll just take our freedom and will not be bound
	in the days of the underground.
	And some of us made it but not smiling Michael
	His black motorcycle got eaten by rust
	And John the Bog dreamt that he slept at the wheel
	But when he woke it was real, too late to have sussed
	And Jeff was a poet who wrote with a spray can on walls
	Saying "Hey man, I believe that we've drowned"
	In the days of the underground

	zuo ci : Brock, Calvert
	In visions of acid we saw through delusion
	and brainbox pollution, we knew we were right
	The streets were our oyster, we smoked urban poison
	and we turned all this noise on, we knew how to fight
	We dropped out and tuned in, we spoke secret jargon
	and we would not bargain for what We had found
	in the days of the underground
	We believed in Guevera, we saw that head held up
	and our anger welled up but we kept it cool
	No need for machine guns ' cause the system was crumbling,
	our leaders were fumbling While we broke every rule
	We saw them on T. V. they' d blown their cover
	and we tried to smother their voices With sound,
	in the days of the underground
	Whatever happened to those chromium heroes,
	are there none of them still left around,
	since The days of the underground?
	Now we can look back at the heroes we were then,
	we made quite a stir then with our sonic attack,
	streetfighting dancers, the assassins of silence,
	with makebelieve violence on a hundred watt stack
	They offered us contracts, we said " we don' t need ' em",
	we' ll just take our freedom and will not be bound
	in the days of the underground.
	And some of us made it but not smiling Michael
	His black motorcycle got eaten by rust
	And John the Bog dreamt that he slept at the wheel
	But when he woke it was real, too late to have sussed
	And Jeff was a poet who wrote with a spray can on walls
	Saying " Hey man, I believe that we' ve drowned"
	In the days of the underground

	zuò cí : Brock, Calvert
	In visions of acid we saw through delusion
	and brainbox pollution, we knew we were right
	The streets were our oyster, we smoked urban poison
	and we turned all this noise on, we knew how to fight
	We dropped out and tuned in, we spoke secret jargon
	and we would not bargain for what We had found
	in the days of the underground
	We believed in Guevera, we saw that head held up
	and our anger welled up but we kept it cool
	No need for machine guns ' cause the system was crumbling,
	our leaders were fumbling While we broke every rule
	We saw them on T. V. they' d blown their cover
	and we tried to smother their voices With sound,
	in the days of the underground
	Whatever happened to those chromium heroes,
	are there none of them still left around,
	since The days of the underground?
	Now we can look back at the heroes we were then,
	we made quite a stir then with our sonic attack,
	streetfighting dancers, the assassins of silence,
	with makebelieve violence on a hundred watt stack
	They offered us contracts, we said " we don' t need ' em",
	we' ll just take our freedom and will not be bound
	in the days of the underground.
	And some of us made it but not smiling Michael
	His black motorcycle got eaten by rust
	And John the Bog dreamt that he slept at the wheel
	But when he woke it was real, too late to have sussed
	And Jeff was a poet who wrote with a spray can on walls
	Saying " Hey man, I believe that we' ve drowned"
	In the days of the underground

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