| 作词 : Danielson, Doyle, Sinder ... | |
| Dig dig dig for yourself | |
| Dig dig deep for your soul | |
| Dig dig dig the black abyss | |
| Dig dig deep for your own soul | |
| What the hell's it mean? | |
| And I said, "Hey, don't look at me" | |
| What the hell's it mean? | |
| Six dead horses chase you down | |
| Fourteen guns in your own town | |
| Thirteen men run after you | |
| Ten million babies your dad gave you | |
| Like the little beast in a small cold room | |
| Sat writhing in pain all afternoon | |
| Salt from his tears bringing the blood to the surface | |
| Like darkened fears make their way to the surface | |
| What the hell's it mean? | |
| And I said, "Hey, don't look at me" | |
| What the hell's it mean? | |
| And you don't have to stand, stand by me | |
| And you don't have to stand, stand by me | |
| And you don't have to stand, stand by me | |
| And you don't have to stand | |
| What the hell's it mean? | |
| And I said, "Hey, don't look at me" | |
| What the hell's it mean? | |
| Like the little beast in a small cold room | |
| Sat writhing in pain all afternoon | |
| Salt from his tears bringing the blood to the surface | |
| Like darkened fears make their way to the surface | |
| Just the sight of the belt makes his kids start to sting | |
| Then one day we're feeling everything | |
| Trees outside weather the bark on the wood | |
| like the callous on your heart dropped place where it stood | |
| What the hell's it mean? | |
| And I said, "Hey, don't look at me" | |
| What the hell's it mean? | |
| And you don't have to stand by me | |
| And you don't have to stand, stand by me | |
| And you don't have to stand, stand by me | |
| And you don't have to stand |
| zuo ci : Danielson, Doyle, Sinder ... | |
| Dig dig dig for yourself | |
| Dig dig deep for your soul | |
| Dig dig dig the black abyss | |
| Dig dig deep for your own soul | |
| What the hell' s it mean? | |
| And I said, " Hey, don' t look at me" | |
| What the hell' s it mean? | |
| Six dead horses chase you down | |
| Fourteen guns in your own town | |
| Thirteen men run after you | |
| Ten million babies your dad gave you | |
| Like the little beast in a small cold room | |
| Sat writhing in pain all afternoon | |
| Salt from his tears bringing the blood to the surface | |
| Like darkened fears make their way to the surface | |
| What the hell' s it mean? | |
| And I said, " Hey, don' t look at me" | |
| What the hell' s it mean? | |
| And you don' t have to stand, stand by me | |
| And you don' t have to stand, stand by me | |
| And you don' t have to stand, stand by me | |
| And you don' t have to stand | |
| What the hell' s it mean? | |
| And I said, " Hey, don' t look at me" | |
| What the hell' s it mean? | |
| Like the little beast in a small cold room | |
| Sat writhing in pain all afternoon | |
| Salt from his tears bringing the blood to the surface | |
| Like darkened fears make their way to the surface | |
| Just the sight of the belt makes his kids start to sting | |
| Then one day we' re feeling everything | |
| Trees outside weather the bark on the wood | |
| like the callous on your heart dropped place where it stood | |
| What the hell' s it mean? | |
| And I said, " Hey, don' t look at me" | |
| What the hell' s it mean? | |
| And you don' t have to stand by me | |
| And you don' t have to stand, stand by me | |
| And you don' t have to stand, stand by me | |
| And you don' t have to stand |
| zuò cí : Danielson, Doyle, Sinder ... | |
| Dig dig dig for yourself | |
| Dig dig deep for your soul | |
| Dig dig dig the black abyss | |
| Dig dig deep for your own soul | |
| What the hell' s it mean? | |
| And I said, " Hey, don' t look at me" | |
| What the hell' s it mean? | |
| Six dead horses chase you down | |
| Fourteen guns in your own town | |
| Thirteen men run after you | |
| Ten million babies your dad gave you | |
| Like the little beast in a small cold room | |
| Sat writhing in pain all afternoon | |
| Salt from his tears bringing the blood to the surface | |
| Like darkened fears make their way to the surface | |
| What the hell' s it mean? | |
| And I said, " Hey, don' t look at me" | |
| What the hell' s it mean? | |
| And you don' t have to stand, stand by me | |
| And you don' t have to stand, stand by me | |
| And you don' t have to stand, stand by me | |
| And you don' t have to stand | |
| What the hell' s it mean? | |
| And I said, " Hey, don' t look at me" | |
| What the hell' s it mean? | |
| Like the little beast in a small cold room | |
| Sat writhing in pain all afternoon | |
| Salt from his tears bringing the blood to the surface | |
| Like darkened fears make their way to the surface | |
| Just the sight of the belt makes his kids start to sting | |
| Then one day we' re feeling everything | |
| Trees outside weather the bark on the wood | |
| like the callous on your heart dropped place where it stood | |
| What the hell' s it mean? | |
| And I said, " Hey, don' t look at me" | |
| What the hell' s it mean? | |
| And you don' t have to stand by me | |
| And you don' t have to stand, stand by me | |
| And you don' t have to stand, stand by me | |
| And you don' t have to stand |
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