| 歌曲 | Army Bound |
| 歌手 | Ted Leo and the Pharmacists |
| 专辑 | Living with the Living |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Leo | |
| Some modest dreams, they just don't pay out | |
| Some modest means don't leave much way out | |
| In every cradle there's a grave now | |
| In every owner there's a slave now | |
| Heard somewhere that there is a place now | |
| Someone who'll catch you on your way down | |
| But in every captain there's a kid now | |
| In every chaplain there's an id now | |
| So make sure you keep your bunk beds made | |
| One day you'll see your bunker walls degrade | |
| And in every garden there's a snake now | |
| In every pardon there's mistake now | |
| When you fall on the ground | |
| Not a sound, army bound | |
| When you're all no account | |
| No amount, army bound | |
| When your vests or your gowns | |
| Hand-me-downs, army bound | |
| When what's next looks unsound | |
| Shaky ground, army bound | |
| Working hard for a round | |
| To the crown, army bound | |
| While you march from your town | |
| To renown, army bound |
| zuo qu : Leo | |
| Some modest dreams, they just don' t pay out | |
| Some modest means don' t leave much way out | |
| In every cradle there' s a grave now | |
| In every owner there' s a slave now | |
| Heard somewhere that there is a place now | |
| Someone who' ll catch you on your way down | |
| But in every captain there' s a kid now | |
| In every chaplain there' s an id now | |
| So make sure you keep your bunk beds made | |
| One day you' ll see your bunker walls degrade | |
| And in every garden there' s a snake now | |
| In every pardon there' s mistake now | |
| When you fall on the ground | |
| Not a sound, army bound | |
| When you' re all no account | |
| No amount, army bound | |
| When your vests or your gowns | |
| Handmedowns, army bound | |
| When what' s next looks unsound | |
| Shaky ground, army bound | |
| Working hard for a round | |
| To the crown, army bound | |
| While you march from your town | |
| To renown, army bound |
| zuò qǔ : Leo | |
| Some modest dreams, they just don' t pay out | |
| Some modest means don' t leave much way out | |
| In every cradle there' s a grave now | |
| In every owner there' s a slave now | |
| Heard somewhere that there is a place now | |
| Someone who' ll catch you on your way down | |
| But in every captain there' s a kid now | |
| In every chaplain there' s an id now | |
| So make sure you keep your bunk beds made | |
| One day you' ll see your bunker walls degrade | |
| And in every garden there' s a snake now | |
| In every pardon there' s mistake now | |
| When you fall on the ground | |
| Not a sound, army bound | |
| When you' re all no account | |
| No amount, army bound | |
| When your vests or your gowns | |
| Handmedowns, army bound | |
| When what' s next looks unsound | |
| Shaky ground, army bound | |
| Working hard for a round | |
| To the crown, army bound | |
| While you march from your town | |
| To renown, army bound |