歌曲 | Ghetto Defendant |
歌手 | The Clash |
专辑 | Clash On Broadway |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Clash | |
Clash lyrics | |
/ allen ginsberg lyrics | |
/ do the worm on the accropolis | |
/ slamdance the cosmopolis | |
/ enlighten the populace | |
Hungry darkness of living | |
Who will thirst in the pit? | |
/ hooked in metropolis | |
She spent a lifetime deciding | |
How to run from it | |
/ addicts of metropolis | |
Once fate had a witness | |
And the years seemed like friends | |
/ girlfriends | |
Her babies can dream | |
But dreams begin like the end | |
/ shot into eternity | |
/ methadone kitty | |
/ iron serenity | |
Ghetto defendant | |
It is heroin pity | |
Not tear gas nor baton charge | |
That stops you taking the city | |
/ strung out committee | |
Walled out of the city | |
Clubbed down from uptown | |
Sprayed pest from the nest | |
Run out to barrio town | |
/the guards are itchy | |
Forced to watch at the feast | |
Then sweep up the night | |
Flipped pieces of coin | |
/ broken bottles | |
Exchanged for birthright | |
/ grafted in a jiffy | |
/ strung out committee | |
/ sitting pretty | |
/ graphed in a jiffy | |
/ no pity, pretty | |
The ghetto prince of gutter poets | |
Was bounced out of the room | |
/ jean arthur rimbaud | |
By the bodyguards of greed | |
For disturbing the tomb | |
/ 1873 | |
His words like flamethrowers | |
/ paris commune | |
Burnt the ghettos in their chests | |
His face was painted whiter | |
And he was laid to rest | |
/ died in marseille | |
/ buried in charleville | |
/ shut up | |
Soap floods oil in water | |
All churn in the wake | |
On the great ship of progress | |
The crew can't find the brake | |
Klaxons are blaring | |
The admiral snores command | |
Submarines boil in oceans | |
While the armies fight with suns |
zuo ci : Clash | |
Clash lyrics | |
allen ginsberg lyrics | |
do the worm on the accropolis | |
slamdance the cosmopolis | |
enlighten the populace | |
Hungry darkness of living | |
Who will thirst in the pit? | |
hooked in metropolis | |
She spent a lifetime deciding | |
How to run from it | |
addicts of metropolis | |
Once fate had a witness | |
And the years seemed like friends | |
girlfriends | |
Her babies can dream | |
But dreams begin like the end | |
shot into eternity | |
methadone kitty | |
iron serenity | |
Ghetto defendant | |
It is heroin pity | |
Not tear gas nor baton charge | |
That stops you taking the city | |
strung out committee | |
Walled out of the city | |
Clubbed down from uptown | |
Sprayed pest from the nest | |
Run out to barrio town | |
the guards are itchy | |
Forced to watch at the feast | |
Then sweep up the night | |
Flipped pieces of coin | |
broken bottles | |
Exchanged for birthright | |
grafted in a jiffy | |
strung out committee | |
sitting pretty | |
graphed in a jiffy | |
no pity, pretty | |
The ghetto prince of gutter poets | |
Was bounced out of the room | |
jean arthur rimbaud | |
By the bodyguards of greed | |
For disturbing the tomb | |
1873 | |
His words like flamethrowers | |
paris commune | |
Burnt the ghettos in their chests | |
His face was painted whiter | |
And he was laid to rest | |
died in marseille | |
buried in charleville | |
shut up | |
Soap floods oil in water | |
All churn in the wake | |
On the great ship of progress | |
The crew can' t find the brake | |
Klaxons are blaring | |
The admiral snores command | |
Submarines boil in oceans | |
While the armies fight with suns |
zuò cí : Clash | |
Clash lyrics | |
allen ginsberg lyrics | |
do the worm on the accropolis | |
slamdance the cosmopolis | |
enlighten the populace | |
Hungry darkness of living | |
Who will thirst in the pit? | |
hooked in metropolis | |
She spent a lifetime deciding | |
How to run from it | |
addicts of metropolis | |
Once fate had a witness | |
And the years seemed like friends | |
girlfriends | |
Her babies can dream | |
But dreams begin like the end | |
shot into eternity | |
methadone kitty | |
iron serenity | |
Ghetto defendant | |
It is heroin pity | |
Not tear gas nor baton charge | |
That stops you taking the city | |
strung out committee | |
Walled out of the city | |
Clubbed down from uptown | |
Sprayed pest from the nest | |
Run out to barrio town | |
the guards are itchy | |
Forced to watch at the feast | |
Then sweep up the night | |
Flipped pieces of coin | |
broken bottles | |
Exchanged for birthright | |
grafted in a jiffy | |
strung out committee | |
sitting pretty | |
graphed in a jiffy | |
no pity, pretty | |
The ghetto prince of gutter poets | |
Was bounced out of the room | |
jean arthur rimbaud | |
By the bodyguards of greed | |
For disturbing the tomb | |
1873 | |
His words like flamethrowers | |
paris commune | |
Burnt the ghettos in their chests | |
His face was painted whiter | |
And he was laid to rest | |
died in marseille | |
buried in charleville | |
shut up | |
Soap floods oil in water | |
All churn in the wake | |
On the great ship of progress | |
The crew can' t find the brake | |
Klaxons are blaring | |
The admiral snores command | |
Submarines boil in oceans | |
While the armies fight with suns |