歌曲 | Droppin Like Flies |
歌手 | Mötley Crüe |
专辑 | Mötley Crüe |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Corabi, Lee, Mars, Sixx | |
A war zone in the streets | |
It's anarchy and siege | |
We hope it goes away | |
Graffiti on the walls in modern babylon | |
Nothing left to save | |
Feel the rebel's heed | |
Revolution undermines belief | |
My eyes have seen this shit before | |
We're barely hangin' by the skin of our teeth | |
We've all raped it | |
The future's wasted | |
We can't save it now | |
We're droppin' like flies | |
Bye, bye, your droppin' like flies | |
Hate is growing fast | |
In a haze cloud of crack | |
But it helps us fade away | |
Some inner city queen french kisses his disease | |
With one foot in the grave | |
And the junkyard we call home | |
Is primed and ready for another war | |
My, my, my, the children have no chance | |
These eyes have seen this all go down before | |
We've all raped it | |
The future's wasted | |
Can we take it? | |
Is nothing sacred? | |
We can't save it now | |
Woke up late in a fresh dug grave | |
With a conscience on my brain | |
I'm not here to save your world | |
But mine won't stay the same | |
We're droppin' like flies | |
Bye, bye, your droppin' like flies |
zuo qu : Corabi, Lee, Mars, Sixx | |
A war zone in the streets | |
It' s anarchy and siege | |
We hope it goes away | |
Graffiti on the walls in modern babylon | |
Nothing left to save | |
Feel the rebel' s heed | |
Revolution undermines belief | |
My eyes have seen this shit before | |
We' re barely hangin' by the skin of our teeth | |
We' ve all raped it | |
The future' s wasted | |
We can' t save it now | |
We' re droppin' like flies | |
Bye, bye, your droppin' like flies | |
Hate is growing fast | |
In a haze cloud of crack | |
But it helps us fade away | |
Some inner city queen french kisses his disease | |
With one foot in the grave | |
And the junkyard we call home | |
Is primed and ready for another war | |
My, my, my, the children have no chance | |
These eyes have seen this all go down before | |
We' ve all raped it | |
The future' s wasted | |
Can we take it? | |
Is nothing sacred? | |
We can' t save it now | |
Woke up late in a fresh dug grave | |
With a conscience on my brain | |
I' m not here to save your world | |
But mine won' t stay the same | |
We' re droppin' like flies | |
Bye, bye, your droppin' like flies |
zuò qǔ : Corabi, Lee, Mars, Sixx | |
A war zone in the streets | |
It' s anarchy and siege | |
We hope it goes away | |
Graffiti on the walls in modern babylon | |
Nothing left to save | |
Feel the rebel' s heed | |
Revolution undermines belief | |
My eyes have seen this shit before | |
We' re barely hangin' by the skin of our teeth | |
We' ve all raped it | |
The future' s wasted | |
We can' t save it now | |
We' re droppin' like flies | |
Bye, bye, your droppin' like flies | |
Hate is growing fast | |
In a haze cloud of crack | |
But it helps us fade away | |
Some inner city queen french kisses his disease | |
With one foot in the grave | |
And the junkyard we call home | |
Is primed and ready for another war | |
My, my, my, the children have no chance | |
These eyes have seen this all go down before | |
We' ve all raped it | |
The future' s wasted | |
Can we take it? | |
Is nothing sacred? | |
We can' t save it now | |
Woke up late in a fresh dug grave | |
With a conscience on my brain | |
I' m not here to save your world | |
But mine won' t stay the same | |
We' re droppin' like flies | |
Bye, bye, your droppin' like flies |