Song | Us of Lesser Gods |
Artist | Flogging Molly |
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作曲 : Casey, King, Maxwell, Regan ... | |
There's a breeze that's | |
blowin' in from the land | |
Instead of salt air all we | |
breathe in is sand | |
Crippled the cloud that | |
once brought the rain | |
Good job now we'll never | |
see our coasts again | |
But those of us, those of us | |
Us of lesser gods | |
Won't eat till we're hungry | |
Won't drink till | |
we're parched | |
But those of us, those of us | |
Who forget where we're from | |
Create now this hell where | |
no devil could spawn | |
Take me back, take me back | |
To the way life used to be | |
A whisper's now sayin' | |
What words used to speak | |
Starve must the child, | |
hungry sex on tv | |
For no act of contrition | |
Will pardon the soul | |
The damage now glistens | |
See how it glows | |
But those of us, those of us | |
Us of lesser gods | |
Won't eat till we're hungry | |
Won't drink till | |
we're parched | |
But those of us, those of us | |
Who forget where we're from | |
Create now this hell where | |
no devil could spawn | |
Take me back, take me back | |
To the way life used to be | |
Yesterday is better | |
that it is today | |
And today will be better | |
than tomorrow they say | |
We don't want what you know | |
But we know what we want | |
That's live and let live | |
We're all different | |
that counts | |
But those of us, those of us | |
Us of lesser gods | |
Won't eat till we're hungry | |
Won't drink till | |
we're parched | |
But those of us, those of us | |
Who forget where we're from | |
Create now this hell where | |
no devil could spawn | |
Dark is the shallow man | |
Proud without pride | |
Worn out comes the welcome | |
From a truth that | |
never lies | |
Weep now for the tear | |
Cold on the face | |
So come down from | |
your heaven lord | |
Let me show you | |
hell on earth | |
Take me back | |
To the way life's | |
never been |
zuo qu : Casey, King, Maxwell, Regan ... | |
There' s a breeze that' s | |
blowin' in from the land | |
Instead of salt air all we | |
breathe in is sand | |
Crippled the cloud that | |
once brought the rain | |
Good job now we' ll never | |
see our coasts again | |
But those of us, those of us | |
Us of lesser gods | |
Won' t eat till we' re hungry | |
Won' t drink till | |
we' re parched | |
But those of us, those of us | |
Who forget where we' re from | |
Create now this hell where | |
no devil could spawn | |
Take me back, take me back | |
To the way life used to be | |
A whisper' s now sayin' | |
What words used to speak | |
Starve must the child, | |
hungry sex on tv | |
For no act of contrition | |
Will pardon the soul | |
The damage now glistens | |
See how it glows | |
But those of us, those of us | |
Us of lesser gods | |
Won' t eat till we' re hungry | |
Won' t drink till | |
we' re parched | |
But those of us, those of us | |
Who forget where we' re from | |
Create now this hell where | |
no devil could spawn | |
Take me back, take me back | |
To the way life used to be | |
Yesterday is better | |
that it is today | |
And today will be better | |
than tomorrow they say | |
We don' t want what you know | |
But we know what we want | |
That' s live and let live | |
We' re all different | |
that counts | |
But those of us, those of us | |
Us of lesser gods | |
Won' t eat till we' re hungry | |
Won' t drink till | |
we' re parched | |
But those of us, those of us | |
Who forget where we' re from | |
Create now this hell where | |
no devil could spawn | |
Dark is the shallow man | |
Proud without pride | |
Worn out comes the welcome | |
From a truth that | |
never lies | |
Weep now for the tear | |
Cold on the face | |
So come down from | |
your heaven lord | |
Let me show you | |
hell on earth | |
Take me back | |
To the way life' s | |
never been |
zuò qǔ : Casey, King, Maxwell, Regan ... | |
There' s a breeze that' s | |
blowin' in from the land | |
Instead of salt air all we | |
breathe in is sand | |
Crippled the cloud that | |
once brought the rain | |
Good job now we' ll never | |
see our coasts again | |
But those of us, those of us | |
Us of lesser gods | |
Won' t eat till we' re hungry | |
Won' t drink till | |
we' re parched | |
But those of us, those of us | |
Who forget where we' re from | |
Create now this hell where | |
no devil could spawn | |
Take me back, take me back | |
To the way life used to be | |
A whisper' s now sayin' | |
What words used to speak | |
Starve must the child, | |
hungry sex on tv | |
For no act of contrition | |
Will pardon the soul | |
The damage now glistens | |
See how it glows | |
But those of us, those of us | |
Us of lesser gods | |
Won' t eat till we' re hungry | |
Won' t drink till | |
we' re parched | |
But those of us, those of us | |
Who forget where we' re from | |
Create now this hell where | |
no devil could spawn | |
Take me back, take me back | |
To the way life used to be | |
Yesterday is better | |
that it is today | |
And today will be better | |
than tomorrow they say | |
We don' t want what you know | |
But we know what we want | |
That' s live and let live | |
We' re all different | |
that counts | |
But those of us, those of us | |
Us of lesser gods | |
Won' t eat till we' re hungry | |
Won' t drink till | |
we' re parched | |
But those of us, those of us | |
Who forget where we' re from | |
Create now this hell where | |
no devil could spawn | |
Dark is the shallow man | |
Proud without pride | |
Worn out comes the welcome | |
From a truth that | |
never lies | |
Weep now for the tear | |
Cold on the face | |
So come down from | |
your heaven lord | |
Let me show you | |
hell on earth | |
Take me back | |
To the way life' s | |
never been |