歌曲 | In a Steadman Spray |
歌手 | The Velvet Teen |
专辑 | Cum Laude |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Nagler, Velvet Teen | |
It doesn't matter what i say | |
Cos every sentence ends | |
In a steadman spray | |
Forefinger blackened in song | |
Broken blood from an empty vessel | |
They will say what they will say | |
But i've worked as hard as anyone else | |
Got the same fire in these veins | |
Copper cords, yeah, electric tape | |
Chains and tires | |
Till you can't sleep | |
And all this to someday never wake up | |
And it never ends, no, it never ends | |
It just hits harder every day | |
And the corporate hands tighten their grasp | |
How can i say anything | |
Got no funds, no representation | |
Let them take what they will take | |
As we say, thanks so much | |
Yeah, everything helps | |
Just be grateful you are free | |
To do anything they say | |
Oh, the wait this year | |
For the new sundance independent films | |
Oh, it never ends, no, it never ends | |
And whow can we ever expect we're getting out | |
When we can't even see what we're inside | |
You've spoken for us, will you speak to us now | |
Can we mellow out, will you settle down | |
Are we just fooling ourselves | |
Too elite for us now | |
You think you're so separate | |
Do you hear us down here | |
Can you feel it now | |
Have we all gone too tourettes | |
To make sense of anything else | |
They can't steal your suffering | |
They can't steal your memories | |
Oh the world's gone mad | |
Can you feel it now |
zuo qu : Nagler, Velvet Teen | |
It doesn' t matter what i say | |
Cos every sentence ends | |
In a steadman spray | |
Forefinger blackened in song | |
Broken blood from an empty vessel | |
They will say what they will say | |
But i' ve worked as hard as anyone else | |
Got the same fire in these veins | |
Copper cords, yeah, electric tape | |
Chains and tires | |
Till you can' t sleep | |
And all this to someday never wake up | |
And it never ends, no, it never ends | |
It just hits harder every day | |
And the corporate hands tighten their grasp | |
How can i say anything | |
Got no funds, no representation | |
Let them take what they will take | |
As we say, thanks so much | |
Yeah, everything helps | |
Just be grateful you are free | |
To do anything they say | |
Oh, the wait this year | |
For the new sundance independent films | |
Oh, it never ends, no, it never ends | |
And whow can we ever expect we' re getting out | |
When we can' t even see what we' re inside | |
You' ve spoken for us, will you speak to us now | |
Can we mellow out, will you settle down | |
Are we just fooling ourselves | |
Too elite for us now | |
You think you' re so separate | |
Do you hear us down here | |
Can you feel it now | |
Have we all gone too tourettes | |
To make sense of anything else | |
They can' t steal your suffering | |
They can' t steal your memories | |
Oh the world' s gone mad | |
Can you feel it now |
zuò qǔ : Nagler, Velvet Teen | |
It doesn' t matter what i say | |
Cos every sentence ends | |
In a steadman spray | |
Forefinger blackened in song | |
Broken blood from an empty vessel | |
They will say what they will say | |
But i' ve worked as hard as anyone else | |
Got the same fire in these veins | |
Copper cords, yeah, electric tape | |
Chains and tires | |
Till you can' t sleep | |
And all this to someday never wake up | |
And it never ends, no, it never ends | |
It just hits harder every day | |
And the corporate hands tighten their grasp | |
How can i say anything | |
Got no funds, no representation | |
Let them take what they will take | |
As we say, thanks so much | |
Yeah, everything helps | |
Just be grateful you are free | |
To do anything they say | |
Oh, the wait this year | |
For the new sundance independent films | |
Oh, it never ends, no, it never ends | |
And whow can we ever expect we' re getting out | |
When we can' t even see what we' re inside | |
You' ve spoken for us, will you speak to us now | |
Can we mellow out, will you settle down | |
Are we just fooling ourselves | |
Too elite for us now | |
You think you' re so separate | |
Do you hear us down here | |
Can you feel it now | |
Have we all gone too tourettes | |
To make sense of anything else | |
They can' t steal your suffering | |
They can' t steal your memories | |
Oh the world' s gone mad | |
Can you feel it now |