歌曲 | Drag It Down |
歌手 | New Model Army |
专辑 | No Rest For The Wicked |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Heaton, Morrow, Sullivan | |
They started work this morning down at city square | |
They're pulling down the statues of our great grandfather's hero | |
The new books said he wasn't such a great man after all | |
And anyway remember that the times they are a-changing | |
Ch: Pull it down, drag it down | |
Till there's nothing to look up to | |
But the brand names on the posters all around | |
They proved on television last night that God was just a lie | |
He never made the world at all | |
It was just some sweet old fashioned rite | |
So melt down all the ornaments, move out all the graves | |
And let us build the disco that we need for our young braves | |
Ch: Pull it down, drag it down | |
Till the hopes and dreams of all the ages | |
Past are shattered on the ground | |
We think we are so clever killing heroes, killing magic, | |
Until everything that's sacred is brought down to our level | |
for Mammon is a jealous master, - leaves no room for any other | |
All the questions left unanswered, all the answers gone forever | |
So bow to the woman in the finest fur | |
Bow to the man with the ace street cool | |
Bow to the woman with all the power | |
Bow to the man with all the money | |
In whose sight are we equal now? | |
Now that we've killed God |
zuo ci : Heaton, Morrow, Sullivan | |
They started work this morning down at city square | |
They' re pulling down the statues of our great grandfather' s hero | |
The new books said he wasn' t such a great man after all | |
And anyway remember that the times they are achanging | |
Ch: Pull it down, drag it down | |
Till there' s nothing to look up to | |
But the brand names on the posters all around | |
They proved on television last night that God was just a lie | |
He never made the world at all | |
It was just some sweet old fashioned rite | |
So melt down all the ornaments, move out all the graves | |
And let us build the disco that we need for our young braves | |
Ch: Pull it down, drag it down | |
Till the hopes and dreams of all the ages | |
Past are shattered on the ground | |
We think we are so clever killing heroes, killing magic, | |
Until everything that' s sacred is brought down to our level | |
for Mammon is a jealous master, leaves no room for any other | |
All the questions left unanswered, all the answers gone forever | |
So bow to the woman in the finest fur | |
Bow to the man with the ace street cool | |
Bow to the woman with all the power | |
Bow to the man with all the money | |
In whose sight are we equal now? | |
Now that we' ve killed God |
zuò cí : Heaton, Morrow, Sullivan | |
They started work this morning down at city square | |
They' re pulling down the statues of our great grandfather' s hero | |
The new books said he wasn' t such a great man after all | |
And anyway remember that the times they are achanging | |
Ch: Pull it down, drag it down | |
Till there' s nothing to look up to | |
But the brand names on the posters all around | |
They proved on television last night that God was just a lie | |
He never made the world at all | |
It was just some sweet old fashioned rite | |
So melt down all the ornaments, move out all the graves | |
And let us build the disco that we need for our young braves | |
Ch: Pull it down, drag it down | |
Till the hopes and dreams of all the ages | |
Past are shattered on the ground | |
We think we are so clever killing heroes, killing magic, | |
Until everything that' s sacred is brought down to our level | |
for Mammon is a jealous master, leaves no room for any other | |
All the questions left unanswered, all the answers gone forever | |
So bow to the woman in the finest fur | |
Bow to the man with the ace street cool | |
Bow to the woman with all the power | |
Bow to the man with all the money | |
In whose sight are we equal now? | |
Now that we' ve killed God |