歌曲 | At The Mercy Of Imbeciles |
歌手 | Bad Religion |
专辑 | No Substance |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Baker, Graffin, Hetson | |
What you do is what you are | |
And wishing upon distant stars | |
Won't improve the hole you're in | |
And won't absolve your deepest sin | |
But action is no gift from some covert and lofty god | |
It's dependent and weighty all the same | |
And it's oh so easy just to keep to yourself | |
Then you're at the mercy of imbeciles | |
Now I didn't make up the rules | |
But clearly we are led by fools | |
It is wise to know their ways | |
So you know how not to behave | |
But sometimes we find ourselves in desperate need | |
And we look to those of privilege and power | |
It's then we learn compassion sits inert upon their shelves | |
And we're at the mercy of imbeciles | |
No action is no gift from some masked spirit in the sky | |
It's reducible to flesh, mind and bone | |
And it's oh so easy just to keep to yourself | |
But then you're at the mercy of imbeciles | |
Imbeciles, imbeciles, imbeciles |
zuo ci : Baker, Graffin, Hetson | |
What you do is what you are | |
And wishing upon distant stars | |
Won' t improve the hole you' re in | |
And won' t absolve your deepest sin | |
But action is no gift from some covert and lofty god | |
It' s dependent and weighty all the same | |
And it' s oh so easy just to keep to yourself | |
Then you' re at the mercy of imbeciles | |
Now I didn' t make up the rules | |
But clearly we are led by fools | |
It is wise to know their ways | |
So you know how not to behave | |
But sometimes we find ourselves in desperate need | |
And we look to those of privilege and power | |
It' s then we learn compassion sits inert upon their shelves | |
And we' re at the mercy of imbeciles | |
No action is no gift from some masked spirit in the sky | |
It' s reducible to flesh, mind and bone | |
And it' s oh so easy just to keep to yourself | |
But then you' re at the mercy of imbeciles | |
Imbeciles, imbeciles, imbeciles |
zuò cí : Baker, Graffin, Hetson | |
What you do is what you are | |
And wishing upon distant stars | |
Won' t improve the hole you' re in | |
And won' t absolve your deepest sin | |
But action is no gift from some covert and lofty god | |
It' s dependent and weighty all the same | |
And it' s oh so easy just to keep to yourself | |
Then you' re at the mercy of imbeciles | |
Now I didn' t make up the rules | |
But clearly we are led by fools | |
It is wise to know their ways | |
So you know how not to behave | |
But sometimes we find ourselves in desperate need | |
And we look to those of privilege and power | |
It' s then we learn compassion sits inert upon their shelves | |
And we' re at the mercy of imbeciles | |
No action is no gift from some masked spirit in the sky | |
It' s reducible to flesh, mind and bone | |
And it' s oh so easy just to keep to yourself | |
But then you' re at the mercy of imbeciles | |
Imbeciles, imbeciles, imbeciles |