歌曲 | Street War |
歌手 | Emerson, Lake & Palmer |
专辑 | In The Hot Seat |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Emerson, Lake | |
You can see it on the TV (or in a magazine) | |
And you can read it in the headlines (it's bloody Halloween) | |
Behind the politics of freedom (and burning gasoline) | |
If we keep drivin' on this freeway , it's goodnight, Josephine. | |
Eyes ablaze with virtue, they raise the sword of state | |
But still I see no compromise, it's our heart upon the slate | |
We're driven to the ledges, just one step to the wire | |
We're under siege, it's face to face, one spark can start a fire. | |
Street war, they're burning in the ghetto | |
Street war, there's writing on the wall | |
Street war, you can't paint over anger | |
Street war, the rock's about to fall. | |
You can dial up a murder (you're watchin' 911) | |
Or you can tune into a psychic force, the mystery has just begun | |
And if you wanna see the kids at school, you'd better take a gun | |
There'll be a curfew in the dead of night until we see the risin' sun. | |
Crazy-eyed fanatics, militia man invades | |
Inspired by insanity to storm the barricades | |
Where diamonds buy election, the soul of freedom bleeds | |
For the martyr and the madman, it's the flame on which it feeds. | |
Street war, we're blinded by ambition | |
Street war, we turn the other cheek | |
Street war, the guilty stand convicted | |
Street war, by every word they speak. | |
Street war, we're blinded by ambition | |
Street war, we turn the other cheek | |
Street war, the guilty stand convicted | |
Street war, by every word they speak. | |
Street war, it's trial by oppression | |
Street war, we're strung out on a plate | |
Street war, for every dream you vaporize | |
Street war, you sow the seeds of hate. |
zuo ci : Emerson, Lake | |
You can see it on the TV or in a magazine | |
And you can read it in the headlines it' s bloody Halloween | |
Behind the politics of freedom and burning gasoline | |
If we keep drivin' on this freeway , it' s goodnight, Josephine. | |
Eyes ablaze with virtue, they raise the sword of state | |
But still I see no compromise, it' s our heart upon the slate | |
We' re driven to the ledges, just one step to the wire | |
We' re under siege, it' s face to face, one spark can start a fire. | |
Street war, they' re burning in the ghetto | |
Street war, there' s writing on the wall | |
Street war, you can' t paint over anger | |
Street war, the rock' s about to fall. | |
You can dial up a murder you' re watchin' 911 | |
Or you can tune into a psychic force, the mystery has just begun | |
And if you wanna see the kids at school, you' d better take a gun | |
There' ll be a curfew in the dead of night until we see the risin' sun. | |
Crazyeyed fanatics, militia man invades | |
Inspired by insanity to storm the barricades | |
Where diamonds buy election, the soul of freedom bleeds | |
For the martyr and the madman, it' s the flame on which it feeds. | |
Street war, we' re blinded by ambition | |
Street war, we turn the other cheek | |
Street war, the guilty stand convicted | |
Street war, by every word they speak. | |
Street war, we' re blinded by ambition | |
Street war, we turn the other cheek | |
Street war, the guilty stand convicted | |
Street war, by every word they speak. | |
Street war, it' s trial by oppression | |
Street war, we' re strung out on a plate | |
Street war, for every dream you vaporize | |
Street war, you sow the seeds of hate. |
zuò cí : Emerson, Lake | |
You can see it on the TV or in a magazine | |
And you can read it in the headlines it' s bloody Halloween | |
Behind the politics of freedom and burning gasoline | |
If we keep drivin' on this freeway , it' s goodnight, Josephine. | |
Eyes ablaze with virtue, they raise the sword of state | |
But still I see no compromise, it' s our heart upon the slate | |
We' re driven to the ledges, just one step to the wire | |
We' re under siege, it' s face to face, one spark can start a fire. | |
Street war, they' re burning in the ghetto | |
Street war, there' s writing on the wall | |
Street war, you can' t paint over anger | |
Street war, the rock' s about to fall. | |
You can dial up a murder you' re watchin' 911 | |
Or you can tune into a psychic force, the mystery has just begun | |
And if you wanna see the kids at school, you' d better take a gun | |
There' ll be a curfew in the dead of night until we see the risin' sun. | |
Crazyeyed fanatics, militia man invades | |
Inspired by insanity to storm the barricades | |
Where diamonds buy election, the soul of freedom bleeds | |
For the martyr and the madman, it' s the flame on which it feeds. | |
Street war, we' re blinded by ambition | |
Street war, we turn the other cheek | |
Street war, the guilty stand convicted | |
Street war, by every word they speak. | |
Street war, we' re blinded by ambition | |
Street war, we turn the other cheek | |
Street war, the guilty stand convicted | |
Street war, by every word they speak. | |
Street war, it' s trial by oppression | |
Street war, we' re strung out on a plate | |
Street war, for every dream you vaporize | |
Street war, you sow the seeds of hate. |