歌曲 | Man Unkind |
歌手 | D.R.I. |
专辑 | Four Of A Kind |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : DRI | |
SADDER THAN ANY SONG I'VE SUNG | |
IS GROWING OLD OR DYING YOUNG | |
THIS EARTH IS A GRAVE, ROUND AND GREEN | |
A TOMB ON SORROW WHICH I'VE SEEN | |
A MASSIVE FIELD WE WANDER THROUGH | |
GREAT SKY ABOVE, VAST AND BLUE | |
DEATH MAY COME IN A DAY OR TWO | |
WHETHER OR NOT I'M FALSE OR TRUE | |
CHORUS: 2x | |
MAN WITHOUT AN ANSWER | |
LIKE A BIRD WITH BROKEN WING | |
WRAPPED UP IN HIS MISERY | |
FORGETTING HOW TO SING | |
STRAIGHT FROM THE STRETCHED-OUT WOMB OF SIN | |
THE HORRID FIRE BOMBS WILL FALL | |
HERE IS HOPE FOR PRIESTS AND PREACHERS | |
HERE IS HERESY FOR ALL | |
SO, MAN UNKIND WILL PERISH | |
IN A FINAL, FIERY BLAZE | |
OR SUFFOCATE HIMSELF SLOWLY | |
IN HIS SMOGGY, YELLOW HAZE | |
CHORUS: 4x | |
THE SUN SO SORE FROM MARCHING | |
TOWARDS THAT RECEDING WEST | |
WHERE PITY NO LONGER GOVERNS | |
WITH WISDOM AS HIS GUEST | |
WILL RISE SOMEWHERE SOUTH OF EAST | |
OUR SUN WILL RISE IN MOURNING | |
WISHING IT COULD QUENCH WITH TEARS | |
THE FIELDS AND SKIES ALL BURNING | |
CHORUS: 2x |
zuo ci : DRI | |
SADDER THAN ANY SONG I' VE SUNG | |
IS GROWING OLD OR DYING YOUNG | |
THIS EARTH IS A GRAVE, ROUND AND GREEN | |
A TOMB ON SORROW WHICH I' VE SEEN | |
A MASSIVE FIELD WE WANDER THROUGH | |
GREAT SKY ABOVE, VAST AND BLUE | |
DEATH MAY COME IN A DAY OR TWO | |
WHETHER OR NOT I' M FALSE OR TRUE | |
CHORUS: 2x | |
MAN WITHOUT AN ANSWER | |
LIKE A BIRD WITH BROKEN WING | |
WRAPPED UP IN HIS MISERY | |
FORGETTING HOW TO SING | |
STRAIGHT FROM THE STRETCHEDOUT WOMB OF SIN | |
THE HORRID FIRE BOMBS WILL FALL | |
HERE IS HOPE FOR PRIESTS AND PREACHERS | |
HERE IS HERESY FOR ALL | |
SO, MAN UNKIND WILL PERISH | |
IN A FINAL, FIERY BLAZE | |
OR SUFFOCATE HIMSELF SLOWLY | |
IN HIS SMOGGY, YELLOW HAZE | |
CHORUS: 4x | |
THE SUN SO SORE FROM MARCHING | |
TOWARDS THAT RECEDING WEST | |
WHERE PITY NO LONGER GOVERNS | |
WITH WISDOM AS HIS GUEST | |
WILL RISE SOMEWHERE SOUTH OF EAST | |
OUR SUN WILL RISE IN MOURNING | |
WISHING IT COULD QUENCH WITH TEARS | |
THE FIELDS AND SKIES ALL BURNING | |
CHORUS: 2x |
zuò cí : DRI | |
SADDER THAN ANY SONG I' VE SUNG | |
IS GROWING OLD OR DYING YOUNG | |
THIS EARTH IS A GRAVE, ROUND AND GREEN | |
A TOMB ON SORROW WHICH I' VE SEEN | |
A MASSIVE FIELD WE WANDER THROUGH | |
GREAT SKY ABOVE, VAST AND BLUE | |
DEATH MAY COME IN A DAY OR TWO | |
WHETHER OR NOT I' M FALSE OR TRUE | |
CHORUS: 2x | |
MAN WITHOUT AN ANSWER | |
LIKE A BIRD WITH BROKEN WING | |
WRAPPED UP IN HIS MISERY | |
FORGETTING HOW TO SING | |
STRAIGHT FROM THE STRETCHEDOUT WOMB OF SIN | |
THE HORRID FIRE BOMBS WILL FALL | |
HERE IS HOPE FOR PRIESTS AND PREACHERS | |
HERE IS HERESY FOR ALL | |
SO, MAN UNKIND WILL PERISH | |
IN A FINAL, FIERY BLAZE | |
OR SUFFOCATE HIMSELF SLOWLY | |
IN HIS SMOGGY, YELLOW HAZE | |
CHORUS: 4x | |
THE SUN SO SORE FROM MARCHING | |
TOWARDS THAT RECEDING WEST | |
WHERE PITY NO LONGER GOVERNS | |
WITH WISDOM AS HIS GUEST | |
WILL RISE SOMEWHERE SOUTH OF EAST | |
OUR SUN WILL RISE IN MOURNING | |
WISHING IT COULD QUENCH WITH TEARS | |
THE FIELDS AND SKIES ALL BURNING | |
CHORUS: 2x |