歌曲 | Road Mutants |
歌手 | Death Angel |
专辑 | Fall From Grace [live] |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Cavestany, Pepa | |
(D. Pepa, R. Cavestany) | |
They didn't used to be this way | |
In the beginning | |
Not to put up a front | |
It's just the way they are | |
Enter the human race | |
But no one's winning | |
You do what you can | |
This is what they believe | |
(Chorus) | |
Road mutants crushing all | |
They rise while others fall | |
Laughing in your faces | |
They smell like death | |
So hold your breath | |
Their skin starts to peel | |
Sucking moisture off the surface | |
Causing wounds that wait heal | |
In the night there is no light | |
The time is right to have fun | |
Perspiration is no question | |
When you're caught by the sun | |
You feel their presence miles away | |
You feel them coming | |
Not too quick to arrive | |
That's their style | |
But when they finally hit the stage | |
There's nothing left to say | |
The real world goes away | |
Escape for awhile | |
(Chorus) | |
They smell like death | |
So hold your breath | |
It's time to get down | |
You can spot them from a distance | |
Cause they're not from your town | |
The road mutants love to | |
Have a good time | |
When we're gone | |
You can't erase the scar on your mind | |
(Chorus) |
zuo ci : Cavestany, Pepa | |
D. Pepa, R. Cavestany | |
They didn' t used to be this way | |
In the beginning | |
Not to put up a front | |
It' s just the way they are | |
Enter the human race | |
But no one' s winning | |
You do what you can | |
This is what they believe | |
Chorus | |
Road mutants crushing all | |
They rise while others fall | |
Laughing in your faces | |
They smell like death | |
So hold your breath | |
Their skin starts to peel | |
Sucking moisture off the surface | |
Causing wounds that wait heal | |
In the night there is no light | |
The time is right to have fun | |
Perspiration is no question | |
When you' re caught by the sun | |
You feel their presence miles away | |
You feel them coming | |
Not too quick to arrive | |
That' s their style | |
But when they finally hit the stage | |
There' s nothing left to say | |
The real world goes away | |
Escape for awhile | |
Chorus | |
They smell like death | |
So hold your breath | |
It' s time to get down | |
You can spot them from a distance | |
Cause they' re not from your town | |
The road mutants love to | |
Have a good time | |
When we' re gone | |
You can' t erase the scar on your mind | |
Chorus |
zuò cí : Cavestany, Pepa | |
D. Pepa, R. Cavestany | |
They didn' t used to be this way | |
In the beginning | |
Not to put up a front | |
It' s just the way they are | |
Enter the human race | |
But no one' s winning | |
You do what you can | |
This is what they believe | |
Chorus | |
Road mutants crushing all | |
They rise while others fall | |
Laughing in your faces | |
They smell like death | |
So hold your breath | |
Their skin starts to peel | |
Sucking moisture off the surface | |
Causing wounds that wait heal | |
In the night there is no light | |
The time is right to have fun | |
Perspiration is no question | |
When you' re caught by the sun | |
You feel their presence miles away | |
You feel them coming | |
Not too quick to arrive | |
That' s their style | |
But when they finally hit the stage | |
There' s nothing left to say | |
The real world goes away | |
Escape for awhile | |
Chorus | |
They smell like death | |
So hold your breath | |
It' s time to get down | |
You can spot them from a distance | |
Cause they' re not from your town | |
The road mutants love to | |
Have a good time | |
When we' re gone | |
You can' t erase the scar on your mind | |
Chorus |