作词 : UB Forty | |
Lyrics:Ub40 Music:Ub40 | |
Some people search for the holy grail | |
Run round in circles and chase their own tails | |
But you can't really blame them for clutching at straws | |
For weeding some truth in our morals and laws | |
Some people say that revolution will descend | |
On this madness end this confusion | |
But we've all heard the privileged boast and preach | |
And the promised land we want is still out of reach | |
I once knew a man who wore self-righteousness | |
Like a medal on his inflated chest | |
He hated all people for breaking his rules | |
Looked down with distaste on the cowards and fools | |
He lived like a king in his castle of stone | |
And sneered at the man who worked hard for his home | |
He knew all the right words and who to defend | |
And would be with conviction the working mans friend | |
Chorus | |
Contaminated minds play judge and jury too | |
But contaminated minds are blind to truth | |
Contaminated minds speak with loudest voice | |
But not everybody has the luxury of choice |
zuo ci : UB Forty | |
Lyrics: Ub40 Music: Ub40 | |
Some people search for the holy grail | |
Run round in circles and chase their own tails | |
But you can' t really blame them for clutching at straws | |
For weeding some truth in our morals and laws | |
Some people say that revolution will descend | |
On this madness end this confusion | |
But we' ve all heard the privileged boast and preach | |
And the promised land we want is still out of reach | |
I once knew a man who wore selfrighteousness | |
Like a medal on his inflated chest | |
He hated all people for breaking his rules | |
Looked down with distaste on the cowards and fools | |
He lived like a king in his castle of stone | |
And sneered at the man who worked hard for his home | |
He knew all the right words and who to defend | |
And would be with conviction the working mans friend | |
Chorus | |
Contaminated minds play judge and jury too | |
But contaminated minds are blind to truth | |
Contaminated minds speak with loudest voice | |
But not everybody has the luxury of choice |
zuò cí : UB Forty | |
Lyrics: Ub40 Music: Ub40 | |
Some people search for the holy grail | |
Run round in circles and chase their own tails | |
But you can' t really blame them for clutching at straws | |
For weeding some truth in our morals and laws | |
Some people say that revolution will descend | |
On this madness end this confusion | |
But we' ve all heard the privileged boast and preach | |
And the promised land we want is still out of reach | |
I once knew a man who wore selfrighteousness | |
Like a medal on his inflated chest | |
He hated all people for breaking his rules | |
Looked down with distaste on the cowards and fools | |
He lived like a king in his castle of stone | |
And sneered at the man who worked hard for his home | |
He knew all the right words and who to defend | |
And would be with conviction the working mans friend | |
Chorus | |
Contaminated minds play judge and jury too | |
But contaminated minds are blind to truth | |
Contaminated minds speak with loudest voice | |
But not everybody has the luxury of choice |