歌曲 | Tragic Monsters |
歌手 | Les Savy Fav |
专辑 | Go Forth |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Butler, Harrington, Haynes ... | |
What we don't know can fill a truck | |
What we don't know cannot hurt us | |
Well, is that so? | |
We're hard to destruct | |
Well, is that so? | |
Why do we get crushed? | |
Prepare the isolation chamber | |
I'm going in | |
And all the people there will wonder | |
"Can we go with him?" | |
Tell me now you're only kidding | |
When you say "We'll pass away" | |
Tell me now this yarn we're spinning | |
Doesn't end on judgement day | |
All tragic monsters are crying for themselves | |
In attics and in basements | |
In cages and prison cells | |
Wishing that the citizen's myth they could dispel | |
Until you see the faces | |
In the limestone on the pipe | |
Don't tell the tragic monsters what loneliness is like | |
And is there any wonder | |
That some misfits lose their mind? | |
Left to fumble asunder | |
In the world deaf, dumb, and blind | |
And can they sense our justice | |
When they commit their crime? | |
How can they abide our justice? | |
They're already doing time | |
What we don't know (x7) | |
Can't hurt us yet |
zuo qu : Butler, Harrington, Haynes ... | |
What we don' t know can fill a truck | |
What we don' t know cannot hurt us | |
Well, is that so? | |
We' re hard to destruct | |
Well, is that so? | |
Why do we get crushed? | |
Prepare the isolation chamber | |
I' m going in | |
And all the people there will wonder | |
" Can we go with him?" | |
Tell me now you' re only kidding | |
When you say " We' ll pass away" | |
Tell me now this yarn we' re spinning | |
Doesn' t end on judgement day | |
All tragic monsters are crying for themselves | |
In attics and in basements | |
In cages and prison cells | |
Wishing that the citizen' s myth they could dispel | |
Until you see the faces | |
In the limestone on the pipe | |
Don' t tell the tragic monsters what loneliness is like | |
And is there any wonder | |
That some misfits lose their mind? | |
Left to fumble asunder | |
In the world deaf, dumb, and blind | |
And can they sense our justice | |
When they commit their crime? | |
How can they abide our justice? | |
They' re already doing time | |
What we don' t know x7 | |
Can' t hurt us yet |
zuò qǔ : Butler, Harrington, Haynes ... | |
What we don' t know can fill a truck | |
What we don' t know cannot hurt us | |
Well, is that so? | |
We' re hard to destruct | |
Well, is that so? | |
Why do we get crushed? | |
Prepare the isolation chamber | |
I' m going in | |
And all the people there will wonder | |
" Can we go with him?" | |
Tell me now you' re only kidding | |
When you say " We' ll pass away" | |
Tell me now this yarn we' re spinning | |
Doesn' t end on judgement day | |
All tragic monsters are crying for themselves | |
In attics and in basements | |
In cages and prison cells | |
Wishing that the citizen' s myth they could dispel | |
Until you see the faces | |
In the limestone on the pipe | |
Don' t tell the tragic monsters what loneliness is like | |
And is there any wonder | |
That some misfits lose their mind? | |
Left to fumble asunder | |
In the world deaf, dumb, and blind | |
And can they sense our justice | |
When they commit their crime? | |
How can they abide our justice? | |
They' re already doing time | |
What we don' t know x7 | |
Can' t hurt us yet |