歌曲 | This Could Be Anywhere |
歌手 | Dead Kennedys |
专辑 | Frankenchrist |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Dead Kennedys | |
Cold concrete apartments | |
Rise up from wet black asphalt | |
Below them lie few carcasses | |
Of the long gone age of privacy | |
It takes a scary kind of illness | |
To design a place like this for pay | |
The Downtown, an endless generic mall | |
Of video games and fast food chains | |
One by one, the little houses | |
Are bricked up and condemned | |
A subtle hint to move | |
Before the rats move in | |
This could be anywhere, yeah yeah | |
Could be anywhere, yeah yeah, everywhere | |
Those new kids at school seem cool | |
But dad says not to talk to them | |
Stick to your old friends, they're not our kind | |
But now there's lots of fights | |
So many people | |
I knowCome of age tense and bitter-eyed | |
Can't create so they just destroy | |
C'mon, let's set someone's dog on fire | |
Empty plastic culture slum suburbia | |
Is a war zone now | |
Sprouting the kinds of gangs | |
We thought we'd left behind | |
This could be anywhere, yeah yeah | |
Could be anywhere, yeah yeah, everywhere | |
Could be anywhere, could be everywhere | |
Could be anywhere | |
Kids at school are takin' sides | |
Along color and uniform lines | |
My dad's gone and bought a gun | |
He says he's fed up with crime in this town | |
This could be anywhere | |
This could be everywhere | |
This could be anywhere | |
This could be everywhere | |
This could be anywhere(Anywhere) | |
This could be everywhere(Everywhere) | |
This could be anywhere(Anywhere) | |
This could be everywhere | |
I hope I'm gone before it explodes | |
I linger late at night | |
Waiting for the bus | |
No amount of neon jazz | |
Could hide the oozing vibes of death | |
My dad's a vigilante now | |
He's bringing home, these weird ass friends | |
Like the guy who fires blanks at his | |
TVWhen Kojak's on | |
Or the guy who shows off his submachine gun | |
To his sixteen year old daughter's friends | |
Whose sense of pride and hope | |
Is being in the police reserve | |
This could be anywhere, yeah yeah | |
Could be anywhere, yeah yeah | |
Could be everywhere, yeah yeah, everywhere, yeah yeah | |
This could be anywhere | |
This could be everywhere | |
This could be anywhere | |
This could be everywhere, everywhere |
zuo ci : Dead Kennedys | |
Cold concrete apartments | |
Rise up from wet black asphalt | |
Below them lie few carcasses | |
Of the long gone age of privacy | |
It takes a scary kind of illness | |
To design a place like this for pay | |
The Downtown, an endless generic mall | |
Of video games and fast food chains | |
One by one, the little houses | |
Are bricked up and condemned | |
A subtle hint to move | |
Before the rats move in | |
This could be anywhere, yeah yeah | |
Could be anywhere, yeah yeah, everywhere | |
Those new kids at school seem cool | |
But dad says not to talk to them | |
Stick to your old friends, they' re not our kind | |
But now there' s lots of fights | |
So many people | |
I knowCome of age tense and bittereyed | |
Can' t create so they just destroy | |
C' mon, let' s set someone' s dog on fire | |
Empty plastic culture slum suburbia | |
Is a war zone now | |
Sprouting the kinds of gangs | |
We thought we' d left behind | |
This could be anywhere, yeah yeah | |
Could be anywhere, yeah yeah, everywhere | |
Could be anywhere, could be everywhere | |
Could be anywhere | |
Kids at school are takin' sides | |
Along color and uniform lines | |
My dad' s gone and bought a gun | |
He says he' s fed up with crime in this town | |
This could be anywhere | |
This could be everywhere | |
This could be anywhere | |
This could be everywhere | |
This could be anywhere Anywhere | |
This could be everywhere Everywhere | |
This could be anywhere Anywhere | |
This could be everywhere | |
I hope I' m gone before it explodes | |
I linger late at night | |
Waiting for the bus | |
No amount of neon jazz | |
Could hide the oozing vibes of death | |
My dad' s a vigilante now | |
He' s bringing home, these weird ass friends | |
Like the guy who fires blanks at his | |
TVWhen Kojak' s on | |
Or the guy who shows off his submachine gun | |
To his sixteen year old daughter' s friends | |
Whose sense of pride and hope | |
Is being in the police reserve | |
This could be anywhere, yeah yeah | |
Could be anywhere, yeah yeah | |
Could be everywhere, yeah yeah, everywhere, yeah yeah | |
This could be anywhere | |
This could be everywhere | |
This could be anywhere | |
This could be everywhere, everywhere |
zuò cí : Dead Kennedys | |
Cold concrete apartments | |
Rise up from wet black asphalt | |
Below them lie few carcasses | |
Of the long gone age of privacy | |
It takes a scary kind of illness | |
To design a place like this for pay | |
The Downtown, an endless generic mall | |
Of video games and fast food chains | |
One by one, the little houses | |
Are bricked up and condemned | |
A subtle hint to move | |
Before the rats move in | |
This could be anywhere, yeah yeah | |
Could be anywhere, yeah yeah, everywhere | |
Those new kids at school seem cool | |
But dad says not to talk to them | |
Stick to your old friends, they' re not our kind | |
But now there' s lots of fights | |
So many people | |
I knowCome of age tense and bittereyed | |
Can' t create so they just destroy | |
C' mon, let' s set someone' s dog on fire | |
Empty plastic culture slum suburbia | |
Is a war zone now | |
Sprouting the kinds of gangs | |
We thought we' d left behind | |
This could be anywhere, yeah yeah | |
Could be anywhere, yeah yeah, everywhere | |
Could be anywhere, could be everywhere | |
Could be anywhere | |
Kids at school are takin' sides | |
Along color and uniform lines | |
My dad' s gone and bought a gun | |
He says he' s fed up with crime in this town | |
This could be anywhere | |
This could be everywhere | |
This could be anywhere | |
This could be everywhere | |
This could be anywhere Anywhere | |
This could be everywhere Everywhere | |
This could be anywhere Anywhere | |
This could be everywhere | |
I hope I' m gone before it explodes | |
I linger late at night | |
Waiting for the bus | |
No amount of neon jazz | |
Could hide the oozing vibes of death | |
My dad' s a vigilante now | |
He' s bringing home, these weird ass friends | |
Like the guy who fires blanks at his | |
TVWhen Kojak' s on | |
Or the guy who shows off his submachine gun | |
To his sixteen year old daughter' s friends | |
Whose sense of pride and hope | |
Is being in the police reserve | |
This could be anywhere, yeah yeah | |
Could be anywhere, yeah yeah | |
Could be everywhere, yeah yeah, everywhere, yeah yeah | |
This could be anywhere | |
This could be everywhere | |
This could be anywhere | |
This could be everywhere, everywhere |