Nautical 歌词

	作曲 : Protest The Hero
	The day civil glory dismembered my civility
	I could have parted ribs and flesh like a different kind of
	Red SeaDrowned the ancient east in western custom progress
	And the least of all our pride and sentiments
	Which turned out to be the closest thing
	To a fashion trend that's ever been put on trial
	Which turned out to be the closest thing
	To a fashion trend that's ever been put on trial
	The rest was cast off as denial of statehood and mastery
	The ultimate form of treason is the treacherous use of reason
	The treacherous use
	Employed by the bastard sons of
	AmericanFore-fathers who keep this fire burning
	With the flesh of their would-be
	American daughters
	Daughters, daughters, daughters
	What will happen to our children when the least of us pass on?
	Us who fought the monsters of our country's crowded closet
	Us who dropped the bombs on goodness when we saw it wasn't flawless
	Us whose youthful life was hostage to what harm did
	Who fought the hardest to be swept under the carpet
	And I'm still a cigarette, softly smoking on the edge of a metal ashtray
	I begged this place to let me burn and it whispered, "Burn away"

	zuo qu : Protest The Hero
	The day civil glory dismembered my civility
	I could have parted ribs and flesh like a different kind of
	Red SeaDrowned the ancient east in western custom progress
	And the least of all our pride and sentiments
	Which turned out to be the closest thing
	To a fashion trend that' s ever been put on trial
	Which turned out to be the closest thing
	To a fashion trend that' s ever been put on trial
	The rest was cast off as denial of statehood and mastery
	The ultimate form of treason is the treacherous use of reason
	The treacherous use
	Employed by the bastard sons of
	AmericanForefathers who keep this fire burning
	With the flesh of their wouldbe
	American daughters
	Daughters, daughters, daughters
	What will happen to our children when the least of us pass on?
	Us who fought the monsters of our country' s crowded closet
	Us who dropped the bombs on goodness when we saw it wasn' t flawless
	Us whose youthful life was hostage to what harm did
	Who fought the hardest to be swept under the carpet
	And I' m still a cigarette, softly smoking on the edge of a metal ashtray
	I begged this place to let me burn and it whispered, " Burn away"

	zuò qǔ : Protest The Hero
	The day civil glory dismembered my civility
	I could have parted ribs and flesh like a different kind of
	Red SeaDrowned the ancient east in western custom progress
	And the least of all our pride and sentiments
	Which turned out to be the closest thing
	To a fashion trend that' s ever been put on trial
	Which turned out to be the closest thing
	To a fashion trend that' s ever been put on trial
	The rest was cast off as denial of statehood and mastery
	The ultimate form of treason is the treacherous use of reason
	The treacherous use
	Employed by the bastard sons of
	AmericanForefathers who keep this fire burning
	With the flesh of their wouldbe
	American daughters
	Daughters, daughters, daughters
	What will happen to our children when the least of us pass on?
	Us who fought the monsters of our country' s crowded closet
	Us who dropped the bombs on goodness when we saw it wasn' t flawless
	Us whose youthful life was hostage to what harm did
	Who fought the hardest to be swept under the carpet
	And I' m still a cigarette, softly smoking on the edge of a metal ashtray
	I begged this place to let me burn and it whispered, " Burn away"

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