An Untitled Protest 歌词

	作词 : McDonald
	McDonald
	Red and swollen tears tumble from her eyes
	While cold silver birds who came to cruise the skies
	Send death down to bend and twist her tiny hands
	And then proceed to target "B" in keeping with their plans
	Khaki priests of Christendom interpreters of love
	Ride a stone Leviathan across a sea of blood
	And pound their feet into the sand of shores they've never seen
	Delegates from the western land to join the death machine
	And we send cards and letters.
	The oxen lie beside the road their bodies baked in mud
	And fat flies chew out their eyes then bathe themselves in blood
	And super heroes fill the skies, tally sheets in hand
	Yes, keeping score in times of war takes a superman
	The junk crawls past hidden death its cargo shakes inside
	And soldier children hold their breath and kill them as they hide
	And those who took so long to learn the subtle ways of death
	Lie and bleed in paddy mud with questions on their breath
	And we send prayers and praises.

	zuo ci : McDonald
	McDonald
	Red and swollen tears tumble from her eyes
	While cold silver birds who came to cruise the skies
	Send death down to bend and twist her tiny hands
	And then proceed to target " B" in keeping with their plans
	Khaki priests of Christendom interpreters of love
	Ride a stone Leviathan across a sea of blood
	And pound their feet into the sand of shores they' ve never seen
	Delegates from the western land to join the death machine
	And we send cards and letters.
	The oxen lie beside the road their bodies baked in mud
	And fat flies chew out their eyes then bathe themselves in blood
	And super heroes fill the skies, tally sheets in hand
	Yes, keeping score in times of war takes a superman
	The junk crawls past hidden death its cargo shakes inside
	And soldier children hold their breath and kill them as they hide
	And those who took so long to learn the subtle ways of death
	Lie and bleed in paddy mud with questions on their breath
	And we send prayers and praises.

	zuò cí : McDonald
	McDonald
	Red and swollen tears tumble from her eyes
	While cold silver birds who came to cruise the skies
	Send death down to bend and twist her tiny hands
	And then proceed to target " B" in keeping with their plans
	Khaki priests of Christendom interpreters of love
	Ride a stone Leviathan across a sea of blood
	And pound their feet into the sand of shores they' ve never seen
	Delegates from the western land to join the death machine
	And we send cards and letters.
	The oxen lie beside the road their bodies baked in mud
	And fat flies chew out their eyes then bathe themselves in blood
	And super heroes fill the skies, tally sheets in hand
	Yes, keeping score in times of war takes a superman
	The junk crawls past hidden death its cargo shakes inside
	And soldier children hold their breath and kill them as they hide
	And those who took so long to learn the subtle ways of death
	Lie and bleed in paddy mud with questions on their breath
	And we send prayers and praises.

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