| 歌曲 | Fallen To Greed |
| 歌手 | Honeycut |
| 专辑 | The Day I Turned To Glass |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Salters | |
| The king sits on a throne | |
| The king sits all alone | |
| At the snap of a finger | |
| The kingdom grows bigger | |
| The king sits on a throne | |
| That the merchant and banker own | |
| At the snap of his finger | |
| Their kingdom grows bigger | |
| Miss Justice she can preach | |
| She's the jester on a leash | |
| She jumps on the table | |
| Proceeds with a fable | |
| Cheered by the people | |
| Miss Justice on a leash | |
| Has no choice but to preach | |
| A fable of conquest | |
| At the king's request | |
| Bugles were sounding through the land | |
| But they never ever sounded so sad | |
| The king says he brings the sun | |
| At the tip of his gun | |
| We'll do as he bankrolls | |
| Up in the barrens | |
| Can you really bring the sun | |
| At the point of a gun? | |
| Or do I see bankrolls | |
| Fueling the missiles | |
| Soldier you got to know | |
| What you're dying for | |
| It's the merchant and the banker | |
| Who sent to your maker | |
| Brother you got to know | |
| What you're killing for | |
| It's the merchant and the banker | |
| Who pulled your trigger | |
| Bugles were sounding through the land | |
| But they never ever sounded so sad | |
| Bugles are buried in the sand | |
| Graveyard, sound the bell | |
| For all the men who fell | |
| The epitaphs read | |
| "Fallen to greed" | |
| Graveyard, sound the bell | |
| For someone else as well | |
| The jester was buried | |
| Fallen to greed | |
| Fallen to greed |
| zuo qu : Salters | |
| The king sits on a throne | |
| The king sits all alone | |
| At the snap of a finger | |
| The kingdom grows bigger | |
| The king sits on a throne | |
| That the merchant and banker own | |
| At the snap of his finger | |
| Their kingdom grows bigger | |
| Miss Justice she can preach | |
| She' s the jester on a leash | |
| She jumps on the table | |
| Proceeds with a fable | |
| Cheered by the people | |
| Miss Justice on a leash | |
| Has no choice but to preach | |
| A fable of conquest | |
| At the king' s request | |
| Bugles were sounding through the land | |
| But they never ever sounded so sad | |
| The king says he brings the sun | |
| At the tip of his gun | |
| We' ll do as he bankrolls | |
| Up in the barrens | |
| Can you really bring the sun | |
| At the point of a gun? | |
| Or do I see bankrolls | |
| Fueling the missiles | |
| Soldier you got to know | |
| What you' re dying for | |
| It' s the merchant and the banker | |
| Who sent to your maker | |
| Brother you got to know | |
| What you' re killing for | |
| It' s the merchant and the banker | |
| Who pulled your trigger | |
| Bugles were sounding through the land | |
| But they never ever sounded so sad | |
| Bugles are buried in the sand | |
| Graveyard, sound the bell | |
| For all the men who fell | |
| The epitaphs read | |
| " Fallen to greed" | |
| Graveyard, sound the bell | |
| For someone else as well | |
| The jester was buried | |
| Fallen to greed | |
| Fallen to greed |
| zuò qǔ : Salters | |
| The king sits on a throne | |
| The king sits all alone | |
| At the snap of a finger | |
| The kingdom grows bigger | |
| The king sits on a throne | |
| That the merchant and banker own | |
| At the snap of his finger | |
| Their kingdom grows bigger | |
| Miss Justice she can preach | |
| She' s the jester on a leash | |
| She jumps on the table | |
| Proceeds with a fable | |
| Cheered by the people | |
| Miss Justice on a leash | |
| Has no choice but to preach | |
| A fable of conquest | |
| At the king' s request | |
| Bugles were sounding through the land | |
| But they never ever sounded so sad | |
| The king says he brings the sun | |
| At the tip of his gun | |
| We' ll do as he bankrolls | |
| Up in the barrens | |
| Can you really bring the sun | |
| At the point of a gun? | |
| Or do I see bankrolls | |
| Fueling the missiles | |
| Soldier you got to know | |
| What you' re dying for | |
| It' s the merchant and the banker | |
| Who sent to your maker | |
| Brother you got to know | |
| What you' re killing for | |
| It' s the merchant and the banker | |
| Who pulled your trigger | |
| Bugles were sounding through the land | |
| But they never ever sounded so sad | |
| Bugles are buried in the sand | |
| Graveyard, sound the bell | |
| For all the men who fell | |
| The epitaphs read | |
| " Fallen to greed" | |
| Graveyard, sound the bell | |
| For someone else as well | |
| The jester was buried | |
| Fallen to greed | |
| Fallen to greed |