作曲 : Alan Cage/Quicksand/Tom Capone/Walter Schreifels | |
Give someone some piece of your mind | |
Shine it, shine what you've been assigned | |
Has your identity sold out? | |
Sit in the back and make no sound | |
This earth will swallow you down | |
Honesty makes you sick | |
You don't act on, on what you think's right | |
Honestly want to kick down | |
Doors that keep you in | |
Let your hair down, sometimes relax your stiff posture | |
Or so they say, all work no play makes you dull | |
Chance to change the patterns we're born to | |
A fear of appearing too concerned | |
Try to speak, but the words just get stuck | |
Honesty makes you sick | |
You don act on what you think's right | |
Honestly want to kick down | |
Doors that keep you in | |
Each time you get to raise your hand | |
For changes you don't know your luck | |
So put yourself to use like | |
You were taught by, by your heroes | |
You speak your mind, that something | |
You speak your mind, that something | |
We don't get it too often |
zuo qu : Alan Cage Quicksand Tom Capone Walter Schreifels | |
Give someone some piece of your mind | |
Shine it, shine what you' ve been assigned | |
Has your identity sold out? | |
Sit in the back and make no sound | |
This earth will swallow you down | |
Honesty makes you sick | |
You don' t act on, on what you think' s right | |
Honestly want to kick down | |
Doors that keep you in | |
Let your hair down, sometimes relax your stiff posture | |
Or so they say, all work no play makes you dull | |
Chance to change the patterns we' re born to | |
A fear of appearing too concerned | |
Try to speak, but the words just get stuck | |
Honesty makes you sick | |
You don act on what you think' s right | |
Honestly want to kick down | |
Doors that keep you in | |
Each time you get to raise your hand | |
For changes you don' t know your luck | |
So put yourself to use like | |
You were taught by, by your heroes | |
You speak your mind, that something | |
You speak your mind, that something | |
We don' t get it too often |
zuò qǔ : Alan Cage Quicksand Tom Capone Walter Schreifels | |
Give someone some piece of your mind | |
Shine it, shine what you' ve been assigned | |
Has your identity sold out? | |
Sit in the back and make no sound | |
This earth will swallow you down | |
Honesty makes you sick | |
You don' t act on, on what you think' s right | |
Honestly want to kick down | |
Doors that keep you in | |
Let your hair down, sometimes relax your stiff posture | |
Or so they say, all work no play makes you dull | |
Chance to change the patterns we' re born to | |
A fear of appearing too concerned | |
Try to speak, but the words just get stuck | |
Honesty makes you sick | |
You don act on what you think' s right | |
Honestly want to kick down | |
Doors that keep you in | |
Each time you get to raise your hand | |
For changes you don' t know your luck | |
So put yourself to use like | |
You were taught by, by your heroes | |
You speak your mind, that something | |
You speak your mind, that something | |
We don' t get it too often |