歌曲 | Firepower |
歌手 | David Sylvian |
专辑 | The First Day |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Fripp, Gunn, Sylvian | |
He beats the door and breaks his watch | |
Raids the fridge and eats the lot | |
No room for silence, pause of thought | |
To ease the hurt inside him | |
They placed a barrel at his head | |
Raging blind and rising | |
Cursed by saints and all the rest | |
He can't stand up for trying | |
Shot through with anger and desire | |
A mouth to feed, a room for hire | |
He drinks 'goodbyes', the bottle dry | |
Brutalised but smiling | |
Causing casualties by the hour | |
Outweighed by stars | |
And firepower | |
Causing casualties by the hour | |
Waylayed by stars | |
And firepower | |
He beats the door and breaks the lock | |
Afraid to sleep he won't let up | |
No room for silence, pause or thought | |
To ease the hurt inside him |
zuo ci : Fripp, Gunn, Sylvian | |
He beats the door and breaks his watch | |
Raids the fridge and eats the lot | |
No room for silence, pause of thought | |
To ease the hurt inside him | |
They placed a barrel at his head | |
Raging blind and rising | |
Cursed by saints and all the rest | |
He can' t stand up for trying | |
Shot through with anger and desire | |
A mouth to feed, a room for hire | |
He drinks ' goodbyes', the bottle dry | |
Brutalised but smiling | |
Causing casualties by the hour | |
Outweighed by stars | |
And firepower | |
Causing casualties by the hour | |
Waylayed by stars | |
And firepower | |
He beats the door and breaks the lock | |
Afraid to sleep he won' t let up | |
No room for silence, pause or thought | |
To ease the hurt inside him |
zuò cí : Fripp, Gunn, Sylvian | |
He beats the door and breaks his watch | |
Raids the fridge and eats the lot | |
No room for silence, pause of thought | |
To ease the hurt inside him | |
They placed a barrel at his head | |
Raging blind and rising | |
Cursed by saints and all the rest | |
He can' t stand up for trying | |
Shot through with anger and desire | |
A mouth to feed, a room for hire | |
He drinks ' goodbyes', the bottle dry | |
Brutalised but smiling | |
Causing casualties by the hour | |
Outweighed by stars | |
And firepower | |
Causing casualties by the hour | |
Waylayed by stars | |
And firepower | |
He beats the door and breaks the lock | |
Afraid to sleep he won' t let up | |
No room for silence, pause or thought | |
To ease the hurt inside him |