歌曲 | The Executioner's Song |
歌手 | Racer X |
专辑 | Technical Difficulties |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Gilbert, Martin, Travis | |
Reads a note lying on his desk | |
But the words already smear the morning press | |
Tell him that he's got a job to do | |
A lethal dose that he'll be giving you | |
Should have run when you heard the screams | |
Now it's all one big bad dream | |
Hang your heard sadly, dose his job gladly | |
Sing out, here comes the preacher | |
And a tune to greet ya | |
The executioner's song | |
Gotta judgment seat awaitin' here | |
Life is flashin' cold and crystal clear | |
Metal halo custom made for you | |
A bolt a power to your maker | |
You'll be pushed on through | |
A sweet and sickly distant melody | |
There ain't a whole lot of time to be | |
Going down badly, slowly and medly | |
Sing out, here comes the preacher | |
And a tune to greet ya | |
The executioner's song | |
Cry out, your maker gonna meet ya | |
He'll be there to seat ya | |
The executioner's song rolls on | |
A sweet and sickly distant melody | |
There ain't a whole lot of time to be | |
Dead man walk sadly | |
Boldly and madly | |
Your time has come | |
Your shadow runs into another | |
Dark silhouetted | |
Feels no regret, yeah | |
Sing out here comes the preacher | |
And a tune to greet ya | |
The executioner's song | |
Cry out your make gonna greet ya | |
He'll be their to seat ya | |
The executioner's song rolls on |
zuo ci : Gilbert, Martin, Travis | |
Reads a note lying on his desk | |
But the words already smear the morning press | |
Tell him that he' s got a job to do | |
A lethal dose that he' ll be giving you | |
Should have run when you heard the screams | |
Now it' s all one big bad dream | |
Hang your heard sadly, dose his job gladly | |
Sing out, here comes the preacher | |
And a tune to greet ya | |
The executioner' s song | |
Gotta judgment seat awaitin' here | |
Life is flashin' cold and crystal clear | |
Metal halo custom made for you | |
A bolt a power to your maker | |
You' ll be pushed on through | |
A sweet and sickly distant melody | |
There ain' t a whole lot of time to be | |
Going down badly, slowly and medly | |
Sing out, here comes the preacher | |
And a tune to greet ya | |
The executioner' s song | |
Cry out, your maker gonna meet ya | |
He' ll be there to seat ya | |
The executioner' s song rolls on | |
A sweet and sickly distant melody | |
There ain' t a whole lot of time to be | |
Dead man walk sadly | |
Boldly and madly | |
Your time has come | |
Your shadow runs into another | |
Dark silhouetted | |
Feels no regret, yeah | |
Sing out here comes the preacher | |
And a tune to greet ya | |
The executioner' s song | |
Cry out your make gonna greet ya | |
He' ll be their to seat ya | |
The executioner' s song rolls on |
zuò cí : Gilbert, Martin, Travis | |
Reads a note lying on his desk | |
But the words already smear the morning press | |
Tell him that he' s got a job to do | |
A lethal dose that he' ll be giving you | |
Should have run when you heard the screams | |
Now it' s all one big bad dream | |
Hang your heard sadly, dose his job gladly | |
Sing out, here comes the preacher | |
And a tune to greet ya | |
The executioner' s song | |
Gotta judgment seat awaitin' here | |
Life is flashin' cold and crystal clear | |
Metal halo custom made for you | |
A bolt a power to your maker | |
You' ll be pushed on through | |
A sweet and sickly distant melody | |
There ain' t a whole lot of time to be | |
Going down badly, slowly and medly | |
Sing out, here comes the preacher | |
And a tune to greet ya | |
The executioner' s song | |
Cry out, your maker gonna meet ya | |
He' ll be there to seat ya | |
The executioner' s song rolls on | |
A sweet and sickly distant melody | |
There ain' t a whole lot of time to be | |
Dead man walk sadly | |
Boldly and madly | |
Your time has come | |
Your shadow runs into another | |
Dark silhouetted | |
Feels no regret, yeah | |
Sing out here comes the preacher | |
And a tune to greet ya | |
The executioner' s song | |
Cry out your make gonna greet ya | |
He' ll be their to seat ya | |
The executioner' s song rolls on |