歌曲 | Mountjoy |
歌手 | Morrissey |
专辑 | World Peace Is None Of Your Business |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
The joy brings many things | |
It cannot bring you joy | |
Sons of mothers huddle here | |
Men and boys | |
1850 swung the doors | |
And human sewage swept inside | |
Where victims speak in whines | |
And where the hardened cried | |
I was sent here by a 3 foot half-wit in a wig | |
I took his insults on the chin, and never did I flinch | |
A swagger hides the fear in here | |
By this rule we breathe | |
And there is no one on this earth | |
Who I’d feel sad to leave | |
You see we all lose | |
We all lose | |
What those in power do to you | |
Reminds us at a glance | |
How humans hate each others guts | |
And show it given a chance | |
We never say aloud the things | |
That we say in our prayers | |
Cause no one cares | |
Many executed here | |
By the awful lawfully good | |
But the only thing that makes me cry | |
Is when I see the sky | |
Brendan Behan's laughter rings | |
For what he had or hadn’t done | |
For he knew then as I know now | |
That for each and every one of us | |
We all lose | |
Rich or poor, we all lose | |
Rich or poor, they all lose |
The joy brings many things | |
It cannot bring you joy | |
Sons of mothers huddle here | |
Men and boys | |
1850 swung the doors | |
And human sewage swept inside | |
Where victims speak in whines | |
And where the hardened cried | |
I was sent here by a 3 foot halfwit in a wig | |
I took his insults on the chin, and never did I flinch | |
A swagger hides the fear in here | |
By this rule we breathe | |
And there is no one on this earth | |
Who I' d feel sad to leave | |
You see we all lose | |
We all lose | |
What those in power do to you | |
Reminds us at a glance | |
How humans hate each others guts | |
And show it given a chance | |
We never say aloud the things | |
That we say in our prayers | |
Cause no one cares | |
Many executed here | |
By the awful lawfully good | |
But the only thing that makes me cry | |
Is when I see the sky | |
Brendan Behan' s laughter rings | |
For what he had or hadn' t done | |
For he knew then as I know now | |
That for each and every one of us | |
We all lose | |
Rich or poor, we all lose | |
Rich or poor, they all lose |
The joy brings many things | |
It cannot bring you joy | |
Sons of mothers huddle here | |
Men and boys | |
1850 swung the doors | |
And human sewage swept inside | |
Where victims speak in whines | |
And where the hardened cried | |
I was sent here by a 3 foot halfwit in a wig | |
I took his insults on the chin, and never did I flinch | |
A swagger hides the fear in here | |
By this rule we breathe | |
And there is no one on this earth | |
Who I' d feel sad to leave | |
You see we all lose | |
We all lose | |
What those in power do to you | |
Reminds us at a glance | |
How humans hate each others guts | |
And show it given a chance | |
We never say aloud the things | |
That we say in our prayers | |
Cause no one cares | |
Many executed here | |
By the awful lawfully good | |
But the only thing that makes me cry | |
Is when I see the sky | |
Brendan Behan' s laughter rings | |
For what he had or hadn' t done | |
For he knew then as I know now | |
That for each and every one of us | |
We all lose | |
Rich or poor, we all lose | |
Rich or poor, they all lose |