歌曲 | Be All That You Can't Be |
歌手 | Broadway Calls |
专辑 | Good Views, Bad News |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Broadway Calls | |
You don't stop, not even to rest | |
You'll clean up the mess you made out of our lives | |
For the last time tonight | |
Let them see the liar in your eyes | |
They are the last ones down | |
But they're the first ones out | |
You're telling the stories, you're selling the glory | |
To the kids on the bad side of town | |
And they say | |
Cross our fingers | |
For believers | |
Only one cadence away | |
The truth is you see troops, not children | |
You smile and you pretend as you hand guns out to my friends | |
You sell these kids a new beginning | |
You smile and you pretend as you hand guns out, guns out to my friends | |
A new crop, so hard to resist | |
You're selling the kids with limited options | |
To the lowest bid | |
Safety in numbers proved wrong again | |
They are the last ones down | |
But they're the first ones out | |
You're telling the stories, you're selling the glory | |
To the kids on the bad side of town | |
The truth is you see troops, not children | |
You smile and you pretend as you hand guns out to my friends | |
You sell these kids a new beginning | |
You smile and you pretend as you hand guns out, guns out to my friends | |
I gotta know who you are | |
The suspense is killing me | |
The kids are backed against the wall | |
You set them up to take a fall | |
I gotta know who you are | |
The suspense is killing me | |
The kids are backed against the wall | |
You set them up to take a fall | |
The kids are running on alcohol with no clue | |
Their backs against the wall |
zuo qu : Broadway Calls | |
You don' t stop, not even to rest | |
You' ll clean up the mess you made out of our lives | |
For the last time tonight | |
Let them see the liar in your eyes | |
They are the last ones down | |
But they' re the first ones out | |
You' re telling the stories, you' re selling the glory | |
To the kids on the bad side of town | |
And they say | |
Cross our fingers | |
For believers | |
Only one cadence away | |
The truth is you see troops, not children | |
You smile and you pretend as you hand guns out to my friends | |
You sell these kids a new beginning | |
You smile and you pretend as you hand guns out, guns out to my friends | |
A new crop, so hard to resist | |
You' re selling the kids with limited options | |
To the lowest bid | |
Safety in numbers proved wrong again | |
They are the last ones down | |
But they' re the first ones out | |
You' re telling the stories, you' re selling the glory | |
To the kids on the bad side of town | |
The truth is you see troops, not children | |
You smile and you pretend as you hand guns out to my friends | |
You sell these kids a new beginning | |
You smile and you pretend as you hand guns out, guns out to my friends | |
I gotta know who you are | |
The suspense is killing me | |
The kids are backed against the wall | |
You set them up to take a fall | |
I gotta know who you are | |
The suspense is killing me | |
The kids are backed against the wall | |
You set them up to take a fall | |
The kids are running on alcohol with no clue | |
Their backs against the wall |
zuò qǔ : Broadway Calls | |
You don' t stop, not even to rest | |
You' ll clean up the mess you made out of our lives | |
For the last time tonight | |
Let them see the liar in your eyes | |
They are the last ones down | |
But they' re the first ones out | |
You' re telling the stories, you' re selling the glory | |
To the kids on the bad side of town | |
And they say | |
Cross our fingers | |
For believers | |
Only one cadence away | |
The truth is you see troops, not children | |
You smile and you pretend as you hand guns out to my friends | |
You sell these kids a new beginning | |
You smile and you pretend as you hand guns out, guns out to my friends | |
A new crop, so hard to resist | |
You' re selling the kids with limited options | |
To the lowest bid | |
Safety in numbers proved wrong again | |
They are the last ones down | |
But they' re the first ones out | |
You' re telling the stories, you' re selling the glory | |
To the kids on the bad side of town | |
The truth is you see troops, not children | |
You smile and you pretend as you hand guns out to my friends | |
You sell these kids a new beginning | |
You smile and you pretend as you hand guns out, guns out to my friends | |
I gotta know who you are | |
The suspense is killing me | |
The kids are backed against the wall | |
You set them up to take a fall | |
I gotta know who you are | |
The suspense is killing me | |
The kids are backed against the wall | |
You set them up to take a fall | |
The kids are running on alcohol with no clue | |
Their backs against the wall |