作曲 : Ray | |
作词 : Ray | |
Lyrics:Amy Ray Music:Amy Ray | |
Yeah, when I go over yonder, | |
I will see my mother, | |
my sister and my father, | |
but my brother is going to hell. | |
Well they hung him from the gallows, | |
as the sun turned red from yellow. | |
The crowd they heard him halting, | |
and they sighed with much relief. | |
The preacher asked him for any last words. | |
My brother spit onto his clean shirt, | |
and he smiled without redemption and said, | |
"This is one soul God don't need." | |
Though I loved him, I won't miss him, | |
as he's burnin and he's twistin, | |
for his heartless dedication | |
to the devil and its creed. | |
As a child we called him rotten, | |
till he was lonely and forgotten. | |
And he revenged our constant jeering, | |
with his every word and deed. | |
Oh and for my contribution, | |
and the soul's lack of retribution, | |
I would ask the Lord's forgiveness, | |
on my very bended knee. | |
It's the tale of Johnny Rotten, | |
who was lonely and forgotten. | |
Its the tale of my only brother, | |
and its the tale of one bad seed. |
zuo qu : Ray | |
zuo ci : Ray | |
Lyrics: Amy Ray Music: Amy Ray | |
Yeah, when I go over yonder, | |
I will see my mother, | |
my sister and my father, | |
but my brother is going to hell. | |
Well they hung him from the gallows, | |
as the sun turned red from yellow. | |
The crowd they heard him halting, | |
and they sighed with much relief. | |
The preacher asked him for any last words. | |
My brother spit onto his clean shirt, | |
and he smiled without redemption and said, | |
" This is one soul God don' t need." | |
Though I loved him, I won' t miss him, | |
as he' s burnin and he' s twistin, | |
for his heartless dedication | |
to the devil and its creed. | |
As a child we called him rotten, | |
till he was lonely and forgotten. | |
And he revenged our constant jeering, | |
with his every word and deed. | |
Oh and for my contribution, | |
and the soul' s lack of retribution, | |
I would ask the Lord' s forgiveness, | |
on my very bended knee. | |
It' s the tale of Johnny Rotten, | |
who was lonely and forgotten. | |
Its the tale of my only brother, | |
and its the tale of one bad seed. |
zuò qǔ : Ray | |
zuò cí : Ray | |
Lyrics: Amy Ray Music: Amy Ray | |
Yeah, when I go over yonder, | |
I will see my mother, | |
my sister and my father, | |
but my brother is going to hell. | |
Well they hung him from the gallows, | |
as the sun turned red from yellow. | |
The crowd they heard him halting, | |
and they sighed with much relief. | |
The preacher asked him for any last words. | |
My brother spit onto his clean shirt, | |
and he smiled without redemption and said, | |
" This is one soul God don' t need." | |
Though I loved him, I won' t miss him, | |
as he' s burnin and he' s twistin, | |
for his heartless dedication | |
to the devil and its creed. | |
As a child we called him rotten, | |
till he was lonely and forgotten. | |
And he revenged our constant jeering, | |
with his every word and deed. | |
Oh and for my contribution, | |
and the soul' s lack of retribution, | |
I would ask the Lord' s forgiveness, | |
on my very bended knee. | |
It' s the tale of Johnny Rotten, | |
who was lonely and forgotten. | |
Its the tale of my only brother, | |
and its the tale of one bad seed. |