Inoculated City 歌词

	作词 : Clash
	The soldier boy for his soliders pay
	Obeys theeargent at arms whatever he says
	The seargent will for his seargent's pay
	Obeythe general order of the battle play
	The generals bow to the government
	Obey the charge you must not relent
	What of the neighbors and the prophets in bars?
	What are they saying in the publiz bazaar?
	We are tired of the tune
	You must not relent
	At every stroke of the bell in the tower there goes
	Another boy from another side
	The bulletins that steady come in say those
	Familiar words at the top of the hour
	The jamming city increases its hum
	And those terrible words continue to come
	Through bras music of government hear those
	Guns tattoo a roll on the drums
	No-one mentions the neighboring war
	No one knows what they're fighting for
	We are tired of the tune
	You must not relent

	zuo ci : Clash
	The soldier boy for his soliders pay
	Obeys theeargent at arms whatever he says
	The seargent will for his seargent' s pay
	Obeythe general order of the battle play
	The generals bow to the government
	Obey the charge you must not relent
	What of the neighbors and the prophets in bars?
	What are they saying in the publiz bazaar?
	We are tired of the tune
	You must not relent
	At every stroke of the bell in the tower there goes
	Another boy from another side
	The bulletins that steady come in say those
	Familiar words at the top of the hour
	The jamming city increases its hum
	And those terrible words continue to come
	Through bras music of government hear those
	Guns tattoo a roll on the drums
	Noone mentions the neighboring war
	No one knows what they' re fighting for
	We are tired of the tune
	You must not relent

	zuò cí : Clash
	The soldier boy for his soliders pay
	Obeys theeargent at arms whatever he says
	The seargent will for his seargent' s pay
	Obeythe general order of the battle play
	The generals bow to the government
	Obey the charge you must not relent
	What of the neighbors and the prophets in bars?
	What are they saying in the publiz bazaar?
	We are tired of the tune
	You must not relent
	At every stroke of the bell in the tower there goes
	Another boy from another side
	The bulletins that steady come in say those
	Familiar words at the top of the hour
	The jamming city increases its hum
	And those terrible words continue to come
	Through bras music of government hear those
	Guns tattoo a roll on the drums
	Noone mentions the neighboring war
	No one knows what they' re fighting for
	We are tired of the tune
	You must not relent

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