歌曲 | Nina Sing |
歌手 | Common Market |
专辑 | Tobacco Road |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Air of inequity is thick in my circumference | |
Untouched are none when they’re summoned up to punishment | |
Sons sent to war for the grunt work of the government | |
All debts repaid on the last day of judgement | |
I’ve heard purported it’s approaching with celerity | |
Proselytes testify with utmost sincerity | |
I don’t think he’s comin’ y’all – try me for heresy | |
But what’s all the stallin’ for, a little more disparity? | |
Beckon the Armageddon, tell ‘em we exhausted | |
Every option since the trade winds laid claim to caution | |
Damned since the Gnostics allied with the sergeants | |
Yo I’m tired of waitin’ – slide the blade across it now | |
I can’t take this pain, I can’t stand this rain | |
All this work in vain, this world is insane | |
Puppets on a string, pain and suffering | |
Nothing left to bring – let my Nina sing | |
Another demonstration staged on the proscenium | |
Curtain drawn, who’s workin’ behind ‘em with the medium? | |
Road blocks, keep throwin’ rocks at the imperium | |
Hell yeah, a long march, staunch grown wearisome | |
Seein’ fam fallin’ through the cracks in the variance | |
Famished on a barren land of AIDS and malaria | |
One percent could fix it with a tenth of their inheritance | |
Freedom buried in the treasure chest of the nefarious | |
Terrorists with pipe bombs, who’s sittin’ on the megaton? | |
FEMA slow to respond, blame it on the weather, wrong | |
Billion-dollar telethon, tell ‘em where the cheddar gone | |
And wonder why my people keep their weapons drawn | |
Emptied of my pride, nothing left inside | |
Lost the will to fight, Lord knows that I’ve tried | |
Beaten by this thing, watching my ship sink | |
Still I’m listening – please my Nina sing | |
Upon deliverance we meant to keep you pacified | |
Same with the others, but some brothers fell to fratricide | |
Even I was doubtful we could counteract the massive tide | |
Then arrived the wail I hailed to revive the battle cry | |
Bellow on, set upon the pleas of the fanciful | |
An anthem for the resurgence of purpose, grant manifold | |
Damn this road is chancy, makes advancin’ through the sand unmanageable | |
Lend a hand and chant the canticle | |
I can’t take this pain, I can’t stand this rain | |
All this work in vain, this world is insane | |
Puppets on a string, pain and suffering | |
Nothing left to bring – let my Nina --- |
Air of inequity is thick in my circumference | |
Untouched are none when they' re summoned up to punishment | |
Sons sent to war for the grunt work of the government | |
All debts repaid on the last day of judgement | |
I' ve heard purported it' s approaching with celerity | |
Proselytes testify with utmost sincerity | |
I don' t think he' s comin' y' all try me for heresy | |
But what' s all the stallin' for, a little more disparity? | |
Beckon the Armageddon, tell ' em we exhausted | |
Every option since the trade winds laid claim to caution | |
Damned since the Gnostics allied with the sergeants | |
Yo I' m tired of waitin' slide the blade across it now | |
I can' t take this pain, I can' t stand this rain | |
All this work in vain, this world is insane | |
Puppets on a string, pain and suffering | |
Nothing left to bring let my Nina sing | |
Another demonstration staged on the proscenium | |
Curtain drawn, who' s workin' behind ' em with the medium? | |
Road blocks, keep throwin' rocks at the imperium | |
Hell yeah, a long march, staunch grown wearisome | |
Seein' fam fallin' through the cracks in the variance | |
Famished on a barren land of AIDS and malaria | |
One percent could fix it with a tenth of their inheritance | |
Freedom buried in the treasure chest of the nefarious | |
Terrorists with pipe bombs, who' s sittin' on the megaton? | |
FEMA slow to respond, blame it on the weather, wrong | |
Billiondollar telethon, tell ' em where the cheddar gone | |
And wonder why my people keep their weapons drawn | |
Emptied of my pride, nothing left inside | |
Lost the will to fight, Lord knows that I' ve tried | |
Beaten by this thing, watching my ship sink | |
Still I' m listening please my Nina sing | |
Upon deliverance we meant to keep you pacified | |
Same with the others, but some brothers fell to fratricide | |
Even I was doubtful we could counteract the massive tide | |
Then arrived the wail I hailed to revive the battle cry | |
Bellow on, set upon the pleas of the fanciful | |
An anthem for the resurgence of purpose, grant manifold | |
Damn this road is chancy, makes advancin' through the sand unmanageable | |
Lend a hand and chant the canticle | |
I can' t take this pain, I can' t stand this rain | |
All this work in vain, this world is insane | |
Puppets on a string, pain and suffering | |
Nothing left to bring let my Nina |
Air of inequity is thick in my circumference | |
Untouched are none when they' re summoned up to punishment | |
Sons sent to war for the grunt work of the government | |
All debts repaid on the last day of judgement | |
I' ve heard purported it' s approaching with celerity | |
Proselytes testify with utmost sincerity | |
I don' t think he' s comin' y' all try me for heresy | |
But what' s all the stallin' for, a little more disparity? | |
Beckon the Armageddon, tell ' em we exhausted | |
Every option since the trade winds laid claim to caution | |
Damned since the Gnostics allied with the sergeants | |
Yo I' m tired of waitin' slide the blade across it now | |
I can' t take this pain, I can' t stand this rain | |
All this work in vain, this world is insane | |
Puppets on a string, pain and suffering | |
Nothing left to bring let my Nina sing | |
Another demonstration staged on the proscenium | |
Curtain drawn, who' s workin' behind ' em with the medium? | |
Road blocks, keep throwin' rocks at the imperium | |
Hell yeah, a long march, staunch grown wearisome | |
Seein' fam fallin' through the cracks in the variance | |
Famished on a barren land of AIDS and malaria | |
One percent could fix it with a tenth of their inheritance | |
Freedom buried in the treasure chest of the nefarious | |
Terrorists with pipe bombs, who' s sittin' on the megaton? | |
FEMA slow to respond, blame it on the weather, wrong | |
Billiondollar telethon, tell ' em where the cheddar gone | |
And wonder why my people keep their weapons drawn | |
Emptied of my pride, nothing left inside | |
Lost the will to fight, Lord knows that I' ve tried | |
Beaten by this thing, watching my ship sink | |
Still I' m listening please my Nina sing | |
Upon deliverance we meant to keep you pacified | |
Same with the others, but some brothers fell to fratricide | |
Even I was doubtful we could counteract the massive tide | |
Then arrived the wail I hailed to revive the battle cry | |
Bellow on, set upon the pleas of the fanciful | |
An anthem for the resurgence of purpose, grant manifold | |
Damn this road is chancy, makes advancin' through the sand unmanageable | |
Lend a hand and chant the canticle | |
I can' t take this pain, I can' t stand this rain | |
All this work in vain, this world is insane | |
Puppets on a string, pain and suffering | |
Nothing left to bring let my Nina |