The Devil (Okay) Lyrics
| Song | The Devil (Okay) |
| Artist | Marc Almond |
| Album | Jacques |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Brel, Buck | |
| One day the devil came above ground | |
| One day the devil came above ground | |
| To study his interests | |
| He saw everything | |
| The devil, he heard everything | |
| And having seen all | |
| Having heard all | |
| He returned to his home below | |
| And down below | |
| They organised a grand feast | |
| At the end of this feast | |
| The devil rose to deliver his speach | |
| This is the jist of what he said | |
| Okay! | |
| Okay | |
| The world up there is like a sea | |
| Of raging fires that spit and roar | |
| Okay | |
| And man has fought like crazy | |
| With dangerous games of war | |
| Okay | |
| Trains are derailed | |
| A crash | |
| His boys filled with ideals | |
| Place bombs on the tracks | |
| Well that creates original death | |
| That death creates without confession | |
| Confessions without remission | |
| Okay | |
| Nothing is sold | |
| But all is bought | |
| Honour and sainthood | |
| Okay | |
| And states change secretly | |
| Into anonymous societies | |
| Okay hey hey | |
| And the mighty extort their dollars | |
| From countries that are poor | |
| And europe also rips the scars | |
| With it's post colonial gorge | |
| That creates death from starvation | |
| And starvation of nations | |
| Okay | |
| And man has seen so much of it | |
| That his eyes have become grey | |
| Okay, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey | |
| And no songs seem to exist | |
| Except when sung on stage | |
| Okay | |
| They dispense with hired thugs | |
| And jack-ass poets get the elbow | |
| But in the papers everywhere | |
| Every shit has his photo | |
| That creates evil in honest folk | |
| And laughter in dishonest ones | |
| Okay! okay! okay! okay! | |
| Okay! okay! okay! okay! | |
| Okay! | |
| Okay! hahaha! | |
| Okay! hahaha! | |
| Okay |
| zuo ci : Brel, Buck | |
| One day the devil came above ground | |
| One day the devil came above ground | |
| To study his interests | |
| He saw everything | |
| The devil, he heard everything | |
| And having seen all | |
| Having heard all | |
| He returned to his home below | |
| And down below | |
| They organised a grand feast | |
| At the end of this feast | |
| The devil rose to deliver his speach | |
| This is the jist of what he said | |
| Okay! | |
| Okay | |
| The world up there is like a sea | |
| Of raging fires that spit and roar | |
| Okay | |
| And man has fought like crazy | |
| With dangerous games of war | |
| Okay | |
| Trains are derailed | |
| A crash | |
| His boys filled with ideals | |
| Place bombs on the tracks | |
| Well that creates original death | |
| That death creates without confession | |
| Confessions without remission | |
| Okay | |
| Nothing is sold | |
| But all is bought | |
| Honour and sainthood | |
| Okay | |
| And states change secretly | |
| Into anonymous societies | |
| Okay hey hey | |
| And the mighty extort their dollars | |
| From countries that are poor | |
| And europe also rips the scars | |
| With it' s post colonial gorge | |
| That creates death from starvation | |
| And starvation of nations | |
| Okay | |
| And man has seen so much of it | |
| That his eyes have become grey | |
| Okay, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey | |
| And no songs seem to exist | |
| Except when sung on stage | |
| Okay | |
| They dispense with hired thugs | |
| And jackass poets get the elbow | |
| But in the papers everywhere | |
| Every shit has his photo | |
| That creates evil in honest folk | |
| And laughter in dishonest ones | |
| Okay! okay! okay! okay! | |
| Okay! okay! okay! okay! | |
| Okay! | |
| Okay! hahaha! | |
| Okay! hahaha! | |
| Okay |
| zuò cí : Brel, Buck | |
| One day the devil came above ground | |
| One day the devil came above ground | |
| To study his interests | |
| He saw everything | |
| The devil, he heard everything | |
| And having seen all | |
| Having heard all | |
| He returned to his home below | |
| And down below | |
| They organised a grand feast | |
| At the end of this feast | |
| The devil rose to deliver his speach | |
| This is the jist of what he said | |
| Okay! | |
| Okay | |
| The world up there is like a sea | |
| Of raging fires that spit and roar | |
| Okay | |
| And man has fought like crazy | |
| With dangerous games of war | |
| Okay | |
| Trains are derailed | |
| A crash | |
| His boys filled with ideals | |
| Place bombs on the tracks | |
| Well that creates original death | |
| That death creates without confession | |
| Confessions without remission | |
| Okay | |
| Nothing is sold | |
| But all is bought | |
| Honour and sainthood | |
| Okay | |
| And states change secretly | |
| Into anonymous societies | |
| Okay hey hey | |
| And the mighty extort their dollars | |
| From countries that are poor | |
| And europe also rips the scars | |
| With it' s post colonial gorge | |
| That creates death from starvation | |
| And starvation of nations | |
| Okay | |
| And man has seen so much of it | |
| That his eyes have become grey | |
| Okay, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey | |
| And no songs seem to exist | |
| Except when sung on stage | |
| Okay | |
| They dispense with hired thugs | |
| And jackass poets get the elbow | |
| But in the papers everywhere | |
| Every shit has his photo | |
| That creates evil in honest folk | |
| And laughter in dishonest ones | |
| Okay! okay! okay! okay! | |
| Okay! okay! okay! okay! | |
| Okay! | |
| Okay! hahaha! | |
| Okay! hahaha! | |
| Okay |
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