| 歌曲 | The Wicked and the Evil |
| 歌手 | Crash Test Dummies |
| 专辑 | Songs of the Unforgiven |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Roberts | |
| There are those who kneel to worship | |
| And beg for clemency | |
| There are those who know the hardship | |
| Of a conscience that'is not free | |
| Some are weary, some are cold | |
| Some barely half-alive | |
| But the wicked and the evil | |
| Eat, and drink, and thrive | |
| The prisoners feel the scorching sun | |
| As they toil among the rocks | |
| Some are grim, some resigned | |
| But not one ever talks | |
| Some are weary, some are cold | |
| Some barely half-alive | |
| But the wicked and the evil | |
| Eat, and drink, and thrive | |
| The sinner knowing he has sinned | |
| Is not saved, he is cursed | |
| For no matter how he may repent | |
| He's done his worst | |
| Some are weary, some are cold | |
| Some barely half-alive | |
| But the wicked and the evil | |
| Eat, and drink, and thrive |
| zuo ci : Roberts | |
| There are those who kneel to worship | |
| And beg for clemency | |
| There are those who know the hardship | |
| Of a conscience that' is not free | |
| Some are weary, some are cold | |
| Some barely halfalive | |
| But the wicked and the evil | |
| Eat, and drink, and thrive | |
| The prisoners feel the scorching sun | |
| As they toil among the rocks | |
| Some are grim, some resigned | |
| But not one ever talks | |
| Some are weary, some are cold | |
| Some barely halfalive | |
| But the wicked and the evil | |
| Eat, and drink, and thrive | |
| The sinner knowing he has sinned | |
| Is not saved, he is cursed | |
| For no matter how he may repent | |
| He' s done his worst | |
| Some are weary, some are cold | |
| Some barely halfalive | |
| But the wicked and the evil | |
| Eat, and drink, and thrive |
| zuò cí : Roberts | |
| There are those who kneel to worship | |
| And beg for clemency | |
| There are those who know the hardship | |
| Of a conscience that' is not free | |
| Some are weary, some are cold | |
| Some barely halfalive | |
| But the wicked and the evil | |
| Eat, and drink, and thrive | |
| The prisoners feel the scorching sun | |
| As they toil among the rocks | |
| Some are grim, some resigned | |
| But not one ever talks | |
| Some are weary, some are cold | |
| Some barely halfalive | |
| But the wicked and the evil | |
| Eat, and drink, and thrive | |
| The sinner knowing he has sinned | |
| Is not saved, he is cursed | |
| For no matter how he may repent | |
| He' s done his worst | |
| Some are weary, some are cold | |
| Some barely halfalive | |
| But the wicked and the evil | |
| Eat, and drink, and thrive |