| Song | When God Goes Home |
| Artist | Fury in the Slaughterhouse |
| Album | Mono |
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| 作曲 : Fury in the Slaughterhouse ... | |
| There are moments in our lives | |
| When every word is meaningless | |
| What has to happen happens | |
| And someones directing this i guess | |
| There are moments in our dreams | |
| Where fantasy goes to extremes | |
| We close our eyes and drift away | |
| Nothings left to say | |
| There are mad dogs in our governments | |
| With dollar bills and guns in hands | |
| Building walls then knock'em down | |
| First destroy the buy the town | |
| The write the book of history | |
| With lots of blood and misery | |
| Evers page is drowned in red | |
| Sleep well in your bed | |
| There are moments in our nights | |
| When we forget the world outside | |
| You'll take my hand and i'll take yours | |
| And then we shut the doors | |
| When you feel alone at night | |
| There's no - one there to hold you tight | |
| Call me up switch of the light | |
| And i'll help you through the night | |
| I'll give you everything i've got | |
| It's not much believe me but | |
| I'm just a little wheel | |
| In this machinery of steel | |
| Oohh when god goes home | |
| The world sleeps alone |
| zuo qu : Fury in the Slaughterhouse ... | |
| There are moments in our lives | |
| When every word is meaningless | |
| What has to happen happens | |
| And someones directing this i guess | |
| There are moments in our dreams | |
| Where fantasy goes to extremes | |
| We close our eyes and drift away | |
| Nothings left to say | |
| There are mad dogs in our governments | |
| With dollar bills and guns in hands | |
| Building walls then knock' em down | |
| First destroy the buy the town | |
| The write the book of history | |
| With lots of blood and misery | |
| Evers page is drowned in red | |
| Sleep well in your bed | |
| There are moments in our nights | |
| When we forget the world outside | |
| You' ll take my hand and i' ll take yours | |
| And then we shut the doors | |
| When you feel alone at night | |
| There' s no one there to hold you tight | |
| Call me up switch of the light | |
| And i' ll help you through the night | |
| I' ll give you everything i' ve got | |
| It' s not much believe me but | |
| I' m just a little wheel | |
| In this machinery of steel | |
| Oohh when god goes home | |
| The world sleeps alone |
| zuò qǔ : Fury in the Slaughterhouse ... | |
| There are moments in our lives | |
| When every word is meaningless | |
| What has to happen happens | |
| And someones directing this i guess | |
| There are moments in our dreams | |
| Where fantasy goes to extremes | |
| We close our eyes and drift away | |
| Nothings left to say | |
| There are mad dogs in our governments | |
| With dollar bills and guns in hands | |
| Building walls then knock' em down | |
| First destroy the buy the town | |
| The write the book of history | |
| With lots of blood and misery | |
| Evers page is drowned in red | |
| Sleep well in your bed | |
| There are moments in our nights | |
| When we forget the world outside | |
| You' ll take my hand and i' ll take yours | |
| And then we shut the doors | |
| When you feel alone at night | |
| There' s no one there to hold you tight | |
| Call me up switch of the light | |
| And i' ll help you through the night | |
| I' ll give you everything i' ve got | |
| It' s not much believe me but | |
| I' m just a little wheel | |
| In this machinery of steel | |
| Oohh when god goes home | |
| The world sleeps alone |