歌曲 | 2nd 4th World War |
歌手 | Bruce Peninsula |
专辑 | A Mountain Is A Mouth |
For all those millmen who cut their teeth | |
Whose minds were made up on roof and feed | |
I’ll come and I’ll leave | |
Aching from a night in the city | |
It might ruin me now, but I’d probably already be ruined | |
For skin burned black with coal and grease | |
That stuck to their lungs whenever they’d breathe | |
I’ll come and I’ll leave | |
Tempted by the lights of the city | |
No clowning around | |
T onight we’re going out to get ruined | |
And I probably woulda never have thought | |
If it weren’t written on metal | |
That this is very old ground that you’re running from | |
Can’t look for long, gotta be left and gone by five | |
To be half-seas over by nine | |
And bleeding drunk by midnight | |
Forever indebted to the feats of our fathers | |
But carry it on your back, it’s a sure collapse | |
Laid out flat, gaspin’ | |
All the trouble you attract | |
With cause to match | |
Would bring a quick collapse | |
If you always had to carry that | |
If the gear wheel goes | |
(There’s gonna be a flood comin’) | |
When the wallower rolls | |
(There’s gonna be a flood comin’) | |
Next thing you know | |
(There’s gonna be a flood comin’ on) | |
And the water won’t spare us | |
(The water won’t spare us) | |
If it comes to get us | |
(If it comes to get us) | |
And it won’t let up ‘til all that’s dear and precious is gone | |
And our hearts all screech a hault | |
Whenever there’s a flood coming on | |
And when that flood comes it comes as a canon | |
One that lets you catch the shot in your hands | |
But just to send its shocking tidal wave | |
Through every bone in your body | |
Dealt our hands, mine’s low on luck | |
If you’re all going out you can sign me up | |
Seems the only time that I can collect my thoughts | |
Is if I’m bleeding, stinking drunk (so drink up) | |
We’ll admit in the names of our fathers | |
But carry it on your back, it’s a sure collapse | |
Laid out flat, gaspin’ | |
All the trouble you attract, with cause to match | |
Would bring a quick collapse | |
If you always had to carry that | |
And even though the doubt we all felt | |
Came to prove itself | |
The overflow came down | |
With a force we never dreamed off | |
When that rolling canon shot | |
Rolls along again, our guard is up | |
All the damage and all we’ve lost | |
Lost it all with a canon shot |
For all those millmen who cut their teeth | |
Whose minds were made up on roof and feed | |
I' ll come and I' ll leave | |
Aching from a night in the city | |
It might ruin me now, but I' d probably already be ruined | |
For skin burned black with coal and grease | |
That stuck to their lungs whenever they' d breathe | |
I' ll come and I' ll leave | |
Tempted by the lights of the city | |
No clowning around | |
T onight we' re going out to get ruined | |
And I probably woulda never have thought | |
If it weren' t written on metal | |
That this is very old ground that you' re running from | |
Can' t look for long, gotta be left and gone by five | |
To be halfseas over by nine | |
And bleeding drunk by midnight | |
Forever indebted to the feats of our fathers | |
But carry it on your back, it' s a sure collapse | |
Laid out flat, gaspin' | |
All the trouble you attract | |
With cause to match | |
Would bring a quick collapse | |
If you always had to carry that | |
If the gear wheel goes | |
There' s gonna be a flood comin' | |
When the wallower rolls | |
There' s gonna be a flood comin' | |
Next thing you know | |
There' s gonna be a flood comin' on | |
And the water won' t spare us | |
The water won' t spare us | |
If it comes to get us | |
If it comes to get us | |
And it won' t let up ' til all that' s dear and precious is gone | |
And our hearts all screech a hault | |
Whenever there' s a flood coming on | |
And when that flood comes it comes as a canon | |
One that lets you catch the shot in your hands | |
But just to send its shocking tidal wave | |
Through every bone in your body | |
Dealt our hands, mine' s low on luck | |
If you' re all going out you can sign me up | |
Seems the only time that I can collect my thoughts | |
Is if I' m bleeding, stinking drunk so drink up | |
We' ll admit in the names of our fathers | |
But carry it on your back, it' s a sure collapse | |
Laid out flat, gaspin' | |
All the trouble you attract, with cause to match | |
Would bring a quick collapse | |
If you always had to carry that | |
And even though the doubt we all felt | |
Came to prove itself | |
The overflow came down | |
With a force we never dreamed off | |
When that rolling canon shot | |
Rolls along again, our guard is up | |
All the damage and all we' ve lost | |
Lost it all with a canon shot |