Song | The Rush Is Loud |
Artist | God Lives Underwater |
Album | Life In The So-Called Space Age |
作词 : Reilly, Turzo | |
They saw him from the rooftops | |
They saw him from way up there | |
They just couldn't come down to where he was | |
They studied for years on end | |
They were always confused | |
They just couldn't believe how he abused himself | |
It's with us all the time | |
How he abused himself | |
And we abuse ourselves | |
They took lots of pictures | |
Hidden microphones | |
All he wanted was to be left alone | |
After years of footage and miles of tape | |
They're on their way down to him | |
And he can't wait to be with them all the time | |
We abuse ourselves and he abused himself | |
It's with us all the time | |
He abused himself and we abuse ourselves | |
They were looking for answers to all the hits he sent | |
There were way too many to document | |
They settled on a theory that we all knew | |
We just hide the fact that we abuse ourselves | |
Shot in the arm or shot in the head | |
It's killing me or all my friends | |
It spreads like a disease | |
We all become with ease | |
Blood balloons like a mushroom cloud | |
The rush is loud | |
The rush is loud |
zuò cí : Reilly, Turzo | |
They saw him from the rooftops | |
They saw him from way up there | |
They just couldn' t come down to where he was | |
They studied for years on end | |
They were always confused | |
They just couldn' t believe how he abused himself | |
It' s with us all the time | |
How he abused himself | |
And we abuse ourselves | |
They took lots of pictures | |
Hidden microphones | |
All he wanted was to be left alone | |
After years of footage and miles of tape | |
They' re on their way down to him | |
And he can' t wait to be with them all the time | |
We abuse ourselves and he abused himself | |
It' s with us all the time | |
He abused himself and we abuse ourselves | |
They were looking for answers to all the hits he sent | |
There were way too many to document | |
They settled on a theory that we all knew | |
We just hide the fact that we abuse ourselves | |
Shot in the arm or shot in the head | |
It' s killing me or all my friends | |
It spreads like a disease | |
We all become with ease | |
Blood balloons like a mushroom cloud | |
The rush is loud | |
The rush is loud |