Falling Back In Fields Of Rape 歌词

歌曲	Falling Back In Fields Of Rape
歌手	Current 93
专辑	Dogs Blood Rising
下载	Image LRC TXT

	作词 : Current Ninety Three
	War
	In a foreign town
	In a foreign land
	Reaping time had come
	In fields of swaying rape
	It could not happen here
	Pushed to one side with the flick of a wrist
	Out of sight
	And out of mind
	Fallng back in fields of rape
	In yellow heads of blossom
	Mothers babies bleeding
	You stand there laughing
	Unquestioning unconfronting
	Poetic lines on the art of dying
	Falling back in fields of rape
	That was the way
	Those were the horrors
	As daddy went a-reaping
	In nodding heads of rape
	No mark on your spotless conscience
	No blemish on your immaculate body
	Untouched by sight or sound of misery
	Close the eyes
	Shift the responsibility
	It was not you
	It was not you
	Falling back in fields of rape
	My children
	Falling back in fields of rape
	It could not happen here
	Pushed to one side with a flick of the wrist
	Out of sight
	And out of mind
	Falling back in fields of rape
	Poetic lines on the art of dying
	Falling back in fields of rape
	That was the way
	And those were the horrors
	As daddy went a-reaping
	In nodding heads of rape
	No mark on your spotless conscience
	No blemish on your immaculate body
	Untouched by sight or sound of misery
	Close the eyes
	Shift the responsibility
	It wasn't you
	Falling back in fields of rape
	My children
	Falling back in fields of rape
	Here we go round the mulberry bush
	The mulberry bush
	The mulberry bush
	Here we go round the mulberry bush
	On a cold and frosty morning
	In a foreign town
	In a foreign land
	Reaping time had come
	Falling back in fields of rape
	My love
	And that was the way
	And those were the horrors
	As daddy went a-reaping
	Falling back in fields of rape
	My children
	Crushed, crushed, crushed
	In mud and wars
	Mother children bleeding
	You stand there laughing
	Falling back in fields of rape
	Never eating
	Bags of bones dying quietly
	Homeless
	Drinking foul water
	Sorting garbage
	With flies in heat
	Raped
	Axed
	Burned with acid
	Locked away for thirty years
	Thrown out of a helicopter
	Forced to labour endlessly
	Castrated
	Burned alive
	Killed so easily by firing squads
	In a foreign town
	In a foreign land
	Reaping time has come
	They're falling back
	In fields of rape
	In fields of rape
	They're falling back
	In fields of rape
	My love
	And this is our way
	And these are the horrors
	As we go a-reaping
	They're falling back
	In fields of rape
	In fields of rape
	They're falling back
	In fields of rape
	My darling
	And crushed, crushed, crushed
	In mud and wars
	Still you stand there laughing
	They're falling back in fields of rape
	In fields of rape they're falling back
	My lovers
	In fields of rape the ravens
	Descend. the yellow beak slashes
	Corn, the sickles are sharpened
	And the cattle bleed, and reaping
	Time has come, our voices grow
	Shriller, and our eyes glitter, but
	In this last summer the Rapture
	Descends, and father's mask has
	Turned to grey, and mother's
	Breasts are leper white, and
	Children's laughter cracks, and
	Reaping time has come, body and
	Blood, body and blood, body and
	Blood, body and mud, body and
	Blood, body and mud, and
	Christ's eyes, I am weary, and
	Christ's eyes, I want to melt
	Bleeding Jesus, be quick, be quick
	(And what would you do, my gentlest
	One...?)
	Falling back in fields of rape...

	zuo ci : Current Ninety Three
	War
	In a foreign town
	In a foreign land
	Reaping time had come
	In fields of swaying rape
	It could not happen here
	Pushed to one side with the flick of a wrist
	Out of sight
	And out of mind
	Fallng back in fields of rape
	In yellow heads of blossom
	Mothers babies bleeding
	You stand there laughing
	Unquestioning unconfronting
	Poetic lines on the art of dying
	Falling back in fields of rape
	That was the way
	Those were the horrors
	As daddy went areaping
	In nodding heads of rape
	No mark on your spotless conscience
	No blemish on your immaculate body
	Untouched by sight or sound of misery
	Close the eyes
	Shift the responsibility
	It was not you
	It was not you
	Falling back in fields of rape
	My children
	Falling back in fields of rape
	It could not happen here
	Pushed to one side with a flick of the wrist
	Out of sight
	And out of mind
	Falling back in fields of rape
	Poetic lines on the art of dying
	Falling back in fields of rape
	That was the way
	And those were the horrors
	As daddy went areaping
	In nodding heads of rape
	No mark on your spotless conscience
	No blemish on your immaculate body
	Untouched by sight or sound of misery
	Close the eyes
	Shift the responsibility
	It wasn' t you
	Falling back in fields of rape
	My children
	Falling back in fields of rape
	Here we go round the mulberry bush
	The mulberry bush
	The mulberry bush
	Here we go round the mulberry bush
	On a cold and frosty morning
	In a foreign town
	In a foreign land
	Reaping time had come
	Falling back in fields of rape
	My love
	And that was the way
	And those were the horrors
	As daddy went areaping
	Falling back in fields of rape
	My children
	Crushed, crushed, crushed
	In mud and wars
	Mother children bleeding
	You stand there laughing
	Falling back in fields of rape
	Never eating
	Bags of bones dying quietly
	Homeless
	Drinking foul water
	Sorting garbage
	With flies in heat
	Raped
	Axed
	Burned with acid
	Locked away for thirty years
	Thrown out of a helicopter
	Forced to labour endlessly
	Castrated
	Burned alive
	Killed so easily by firing squads
	In a foreign town
	In a foreign land
	Reaping time has come
	They' re falling back
	In fields of rape
	In fields of rape
	They' re falling back
	In fields of rape
	My love
	And this is our way
	And these are the horrors
	As we go areaping
	They' re falling back
	In fields of rape
	In fields of rape
	They' re falling back
	In fields of rape
	My darling
	And crushed, crushed, crushed
	In mud and wars
	Still you stand there laughing
	They' re falling back in fields of rape
	In fields of rape they' re falling back
	My lovers
	In fields of rape the ravens
	Descend. the yellow beak slashes
	Corn, the sickles are sharpened
	And the cattle bleed, and reaping
	Time has come, our voices grow
	Shriller, and our eyes glitter, but
	In this last summer the Rapture
	Descends, and father' s mask has
	Turned to grey, and mother' s
	Breasts are leper white, and
	Children' s laughter cracks, and
	Reaping time has come, body and
	Blood, body and blood, body and
	Blood, body and mud, body and
	Blood, body and mud, and
	Christ' s eyes, I am weary, and
	Christ' s eyes, I want to melt
	Bleeding Jesus, be quick, be quick
	And what would you do, my gentlest
	One...?
	Falling back in fields of rape...

	zuò cí : Current Ninety Three
	War
	In a foreign town
	In a foreign land
	Reaping time had come
	In fields of swaying rape
	It could not happen here
	Pushed to one side with the flick of a wrist
	Out of sight
	And out of mind
	Fallng back in fields of rape
	In yellow heads of blossom
	Mothers babies bleeding
	You stand there laughing
	Unquestioning unconfronting
	Poetic lines on the art of dying
	Falling back in fields of rape
	That was the way
	Those were the horrors
	As daddy went areaping
	In nodding heads of rape
	No mark on your spotless conscience
	No blemish on your immaculate body
	Untouched by sight or sound of misery
	Close the eyes
	Shift the responsibility
	It was not you
	It was not you
	Falling back in fields of rape
	My children
	Falling back in fields of rape
	It could not happen here
	Pushed to one side with a flick of the wrist
	Out of sight
	And out of mind
	Falling back in fields of rape
	Poetic lines on the art of dying
	Falling back in fields of rape
	That was the way
	And those were the horrors
	As daddy went areaping
	In nodding heads of rape
	No mark on your spotless conscience
	No blemish on your immaculate body
	Untouched by sight or sound of misery
	Close the eyes
	Shift the responsibility
	It wasn' t you
	Falling back in fields of rape
	My children
	Falling back in fields of rape
	Here we go round the mulberry bush
	The mulberry bush
	The mulberry bush
	Here we go round the mulberry bush
	On a cold and frosty morning
	In a foreign town
	In a foreign land
	Reaping time had come
	Falling back in fields of rape
	My love
	And that was the way
	And those were the horrors
	As daddy went areaping
	Falling back in fields of rape
	My children
	Crushed, crushed, crushed
	In mud and wars
	Mother children bleeding
	You stand there laughing
	Falling back in fields of rape
	Never eating
	Bags of bones dying quietly
	Homeless
	Drinking foul water
	Sorting garbage
	With flies in heat
	Raped
	Axed
	Burned with acid
	Locked away for thirty years
	Thrown out of a helicopter
	Forced to labour endlessly
	Castrated
	Burned alive
	Killed so easily by firing squads
	In a foreign town
	In a foreign land
	Reaping time has come
	They' re falling back
	In fields of rape
	In fields of rape
	They' re falling back
	In fields of rape
	My love
	And this is our way
	And these are the horrors
	As we go areaping
	They' re falling back
	In fields of rape
	In fields of rape
	They' re falling back
	In fields of rape
	My darling
	And crushed, crushed, crushed
	In mud and wars
	Still you stand there laughing
	They' re falling back in fields of rape
	In fields of rape they' re falling back
	My lovers
	In fields of rape the ravens
	Descend. the yellow beak slashes
	Corn, the sickles are sharpened
	And the cattle bleed, and reaping
	Time has come, our voices grow
	Shriller, and our eyes glitter, but
	In this last summer the Rapture
	Descends, and father' s mask has
	Turned to grey, and mother' s
	Breasts are leper white, and
	Children' s laughter cracks, and
	Reaping time has come, body and
	Blood, body and blood, body and
	Blood, body and mud, body and
	Blood, body and mud, and
	Christ' s eyes, I am weary, and
	Christ' s eyes, I want to melt
	Bleeding Jesus, be quick, be quick
	And what would you do, my gentlest
	One...?
	Falling back in fields of rape...

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