歌曲 | Pick Up The Bones |
歌手 | Alice Cooper |
专辑 | Brutal Planet |
作词 : Cooper, Marlette | |
Collecting pieces of my family | |
In an old pillow case | |
This one has a skull | |
But it don't have a face | |
These look like the arms of father so strong | |
And the ring on this finger | |
Means my grandma is gone | |
Here's some legs in a cloud | |
Where my sister once played | |
Here's some mud made of blood | |
And these teeth are decayed | |
The ear of my brother | |
The hand of a friend | |
And I just can't | |
Put them back together again | |
Pick up the bones | |
And set them on fire | |
Follow the smoke going higher and higher | |
Pick up the bones | |
And wish them goodnight | |
Pray them a prayer and turn out the light | |
There are stains on the floor | |
Where kitchen once stood | |
There are ribs on the fire place | |
Mixed with the wood | |
There are forces in the air | |
Ghosts in the wind | |
Some bullets in the back | |
And some scars on the skin | |
There were demons with guns | |
Who marched through this place | |
Killing everything that breathed | |
They're an inhuman race | |
There are holes in the walls | |
Bloody hair on the bricks | |
And the smell of this hell | |
Is making me sick | |
Pick up the bones | |
And set them on fire | |
Follow the smoke going higher and higher | |
Pick up the bones | |
And wish them goodnight | |
Pray them a prayer and turn out the light | |
Pick up the bones | |
And set them on fire | |
Follow the scope going higher and higher | |
Pick up the bones | |
And wish them goodnight | |
Pray them a prayer and turn out the light | |
Now maybe someday | |
The suns gonna shine | |
Flowers will bloom | |
And all will be fine | |
But nothing will grow | |
On this burnt cursed ground' | |
Cause the breathe of the death | |
Is the only sound |
zuò cí : Cooper, Marlette | |
Collecting pieces of my family | |
In an old pillow case | |
This one has a skull | |
But it don' t have a face | |
These look like the arms of father so strong | |
And the ring on this finger | |
Means my grandma is gone | |
Here' s some legs in a cloud | |
Where my sister once played | |
Here' s some mud made of blood | |
And these teeth are decayed | |
The ear of my brother | |
The hand of a friend | |
And I just can' t | |
Put them back together again | |
Pick up the bones | |
And set them on fire | |
Follow the smoke going higher and higher | |
Pick up the bones | |
And wish them goodnight | |
Pray them a prayer and turn out the light | |
There are stains on the floor | |
Where kitchen once stood | |
There are ribs on the fire place | |
Mixed with the wood | |
There are forces in the air | |
Ghosts in the wind | |
Some bullets in the back | |
And some scars on the skin | |
There were demons with guns | |
Who marched through this place | |
Killing everything that breathed | |
They' re an inhuman race | |
There are holes in the walls | |
Bloody hair on the bricks | |
And the smell of this hell | |
Is making me sick | |
Pick up the bones | |
And set them on fire | |
Follow the smoke going higher and higher | |
Pick up the bones | |
And wish them goodnight | |
Pray them a prayer and turn out the light | |
Pick up the bones | |
And set them on fire | |
Follow the scope going higher and higher | |
Pick up the bones | |
And wish them goodnight | |
Pray them a prayer and turn out the light | |
Now maybe someday | |
The suns gonna shine | |
Flowers will bloom | |
And all will be fine | |
But nothing will grow | |
On this burnt cursed ground' | |
Cause the breathe of the death | |
Is the only sound |