歌曲 | The Positive Aspect of Negative Thinking |
歌手 | Bad Religion |
专辑 | Against the Grain |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Bentley | |
Let's gather 'round the carcass of the old deflated beast | |
We've seen it through the accolades and rested in its lea | |
Syntactic is our elegance, incisive our disease | |
The swath endogenous of ourselves will be our quandary | |
We've nestled in its hollow and we've suckled at its breast | |
Grandiloquent in our attitude, impassioned yet inept | |
Frivolous gavel our design and ludicrous our threat | |
Excursive expeditions leave us holding less and less | |
So what does it mean? | |
When we tell ourselves it's only for a while we've been deceived | |
And it's only for a moment that the treasures of our day | |
Make life easier to complicate the treasure thrown away | |
I'm so tired of all the fucked up minds | |
Of all the terrorist religions and their bullshit lines | |
Of all the hand-me-downs from all industrial crimes | |
Of the weeping mothers and those led so blind | |
By the plastic protests and the hands of time | |
And the pursuit of mirth and all hating kind |
zuo ci : Bentley | |
Let' s gather ' round the carcass of the old deflated beast | |
We' ve seen it through the accolades and rested in its lea | |
Syntactic is our elegance, incisive our disease | |
The swath endogenous of ourselves will be our quandary | |
We' ve nestled in its hollow and we' ve suckled at its breast | |
Grandiloquent in our attitude, impassioned yet inept | |
Frivolous gavel our design and ludicrous our threat | |
Excursive expeditions leave us holding less and less | |
So what does it mean? | |
When we tell ourselves it' s only for a while we' ve been deceived | |
And it' s only for a moment that the treasures of our day | |
Make life easier to complicate the treasure thrown away | |
I' m so tired of all the fucked up minds | |
Of all the terrorist religions and their bullshit lines | |
Of all the handmedowns from all industrial crimes | |
Of the weeping mothers and those led so blind | |
By the plastic protests and the hands of time | |
And the pursuit of mirth and all hating kind |
zuò cí : Bentley | |
Let' s gather ' round the carcass of the old deflated beast | |
We' ve seen it through the accolades and rested in its lea | |
Syntactic is our elegance, incisive our disease | |
The swath endogenous of ourselves will be our quandary | |
We' ve nestled in its hollow and we' ve suckled at its breast | |
Grandiloquent in our attitude, impassioned yet inept | |
Frivolous gavel our design and ludicrous our threat | |
Excursive expeditions leave us holding less and less | |
So what does it mean? | |
When we tell ourselves it' s only for a while we' ve been deceived | |
And it' s only for a moment that the treasures of our day | |
Make life easier to complicate the treasure thrown away | |
I' m so tired of all the fucked up minds | |
Of all the terrorist religions and their bullshit lines | |
Of all the handmedowns from all industrial crimes | |
Of the weeping mothers and those led so blind | |
By the plastic protests and the hands of time | |
And the pursuit of mirth and all hating kind |