歌曲 | Pulled To Bits - Apollo Theatre, Oxford In Concert - Recorded 14.11.85 |
歌手 | Siouxsie and the Banshees |
专辑 | At The BBC |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Siouxsie & the Banshees | |
Tongues are clacking words of one vision | |
One tiny incision and teeth are cracking | |
on thin air, on thin air | |
And teeth are cracking on thin air | |
Pulled to bits--in silence | |
left rotting on the ground | |
Slowly pulled to bits--in silence | |
without a sound, without a sound | |
Buildings bleached with shatter-shatter-clatter | |
fill their senses with cement | |
watch the people scatter | |
one by one, one by one | |
Pulled to bits--in silence | |
left rotting on the ground | |
Slowly pulled to bits--in silence | |
without a sound, without a sound | |
Young lungs snapping coming up for air | |
the mindless ones yapping, slashing through the thoroughfare | |
one by one, one by one | |
oh one by one without a fucking care | |
Pulled to bits--in silence | |
left rotting on the ground | |
Slowly pull to bits--in silence | |
without a sound, without a fucking sound | |
Pulled to bits, yackety-yackety-yack-yack-yack | |
Pulled to bits, shatter-shatter-shatter-clatter | |
Pulled to bits, yap-yap-yap-yapping | |
Pulled to bits--without a sound |
zuo ci : Siouxsie the Banshees | |
Tongues are clacking words of one vision | |
One tiny incision and teeth are cracking | |
on thin air, on thin air | |
And teeth are cracking on thin air | |
Pulled to bitsin silence | |
left rotting on the ground | |
Slowly pulled to bitsin silence | |
without a sound, without a sound | |
Buildings bleached with shattershatterclatter | |
fill their senses with cement | |
watch the people scatter | |
one by one, one by one | |
Pulled to bitsin silence | |
left rotting on the ground | |
Slowly pulled to bitsin silence | |
without a sound, without a sound | |
Young lungs snapping coming up for air | |
the mindless ones yapping, slashing through the thoroughfare | |
one by one, one by one | |
oh one by one without a fucking care | |
Pulled to bitsin silence | |
left rotting on the ground | |
Slowly pull to bitsin silence | |
without a sound, without a fucking sound | |
Pulled to bits, yacketyyacketyyackyackyack | |
Pulled to bits, shattershattershatterclatter | |
Pulled to bits, yapyapyapyapping | |
Pulled to bitswithout a sound |
zuò cí : Siouxsie the Banshees | |
Tongues are clacking words of one vision | |
One tiny incision and teeth are cracking | |
on thin air, on thin air | |
And teeth are cracking on thin air | |
Pulled to bitsin silence | |
left rotting on the ground | |
Slowly pulled to bitsin silence | |
without a sound, without a sound | |
Buildings bleached with shattershatterclatter | |
fill their senses with cement | |
watch the people scatter | |
one by one, one by one | |
Pulled to bitsin silence | |
left rotting on the ground | |
Slowly pulled to bitsin silence | |
without a sound, without a sound | |
Young lungs snapping coming up for air | |
the mindless ones yapping, slashing through the thoroughfare | |
one by one, one by one | |
oh one by one without a fucking care | |
Pulled to bitsin silence | |
left rotting on the ground | |
Slowly pull to bitsin silence | |
without a sound, without a fucking sound | |
Pulled to bits, yacketyyacketyyackyackyack | |
Pulled to bits, shattershattershatterclatter | |
Pulled to bits, yapyapyapyapping | |
Pulled to bitswithout a sound |