歌曲 | These Backs Are Made for Stabbing |
歌手 | Hit the Lights |
专辑 | This Is a Stick Up... Don't Make It a Murder |
作曲 : Hit The Lights | |
You play this game so well | |
So well in fact that they can tell | |
But we're on to you (lets go) | |
Cause your act is nothing new (yeah) | |
And we can see right through it now | |
Your method's old, worn and used | |
So if you (swallow your pride) | |
Should decide to (spill your insides) | |
Take your time, find your spine | |
I swear you'll be just fine | |
If your backbone should find its way home | |
Through the hole above your neck (is where the trap is set) | |
You look so obvious... predictable... | |
And some day your games will catch up to you | |
So obvious... | |
And we all know | |
That some day your games will catch up | |
Right now | |
You thought | |
I'd fall for your lies | |
You thought | |
I'd cut off all ties | |
Anymore gutless and you'd be dead | |
You show me yours, | |
I'll show you mine | |
You know sincerity grows in time | |
Sing it with me if you can (show a little backbone) | |
So if you (swallow your pride) | |
Should decide to (spill your insides) | |
Take your time, find your spine | |
I swear you'll be just fine | |
If your backbone should find its way home | |
Through the hole above your neck (is where the trap is set) | |
You look so obvious... predictable... | |
And some day your games will catch up to you | |
So obvious... | |
And we all know | |
That some day your games will catch up | |
So carve your apologies in your wrists | |
Let the guilt drip from your fingertips | |
I'm on to you, we're on to you | |
Now wrap this excuse around your neck | |
And I'll kick the chair out from your legs | |
I'm on to you, we're on to you | |
So obvious... predictable... | |
And some day your games will catch up | |
Obvious... predictable... | |
And some day your games will catch up to you | |
So obvious... (So obvious, predictable) | |
And we all know (we all know) | |
That some day your games will catch up (Some day your games will catch up) | |
That some day your games will catch up | |
Right now |
zuò qǔ : Hit The Lights | |
You play this game so well | |
So well in fact that they can tell | |
But we' re on to you lets go | |
Cause your act is nothing new yeah | |
And we can see right through it now | |
Your method' s old, worn and used | |
So if you swallow your pride | |
Should decide to spill your insides | |
Take your time, find your spine | |
I swear you' ll be just fine | |
If your backbone should find its way home | |
Through the hole above your neck is where the trap is set | |
You look so obvious... predictable... | |
And some day your games will catch up to you | |
So obvious... | |
And we all know | |
That some day your games will catch up | |
Right now | |
You thought | |
I' d fall for your lies | |
You thought | |
I' d cut off all ties | |
Anymore gutless and you' d be dead | |
You show me yours, | |
I' ll show you mine | |
You know sincerity grows in time | |
Sing it with me if you can show a little backbone | |
So if you swallow your pride | |
Should decide to spill your insides | |
Take your time, find your spine | |
I swear you' ll be just fine | |
If your backbone should find its way home | |
Through the hole above your neck is where the trap is set | |
You look so obvious... predictable... | |
And some day your games will catch up to you | |
So obvious... | |
And we all know | |
That some day your games will catch up | |
So carve your apologies in your wrists | |
Let the guilt drip from your fingertips | |
I' m on to you, we' re on to you | |
Now wrap this excuse around your neck | |
And I' ll kick the chair out from your legs | |
I' m on to you, we' re on to you | |
So obvious... predictable... | |
And some day your games will catch up | |
Obvious... predictable... | |
And some day your games will catch up to you | |
So obvious... So obvious, predictable | |
And we all know we all know | |
That some day your games will catch up Some day your games will catch up | |
That some day your games will catch up | |
Right now |