Song | Here It Comes Slowly |
Artist | Noir Désir |
Album | Tostaky |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Cantat | |
Crawling like a thunder slug | |
Now it smells like a war drug | |
Here it comes slowly | |
Here it comes slowly | |
Deeply buried in the bowels | |
Now it spurts out of the wells | |
Here it comes slowly | |
Here it comes slowly | |
We can keep that beast away it still lays in its gore | |
We’ll never stand fascism anymore | |
No way out, no miracle, just stop it in your blood | |
Has your neighbor really understood? | |
We all wallow in dirt | |
But there’s a shadow to hurt | |
Crawling like a thunder slug | |
Now it smells like a war drug | |
Deeply buried in the bowels | |
Now it spurts out of the wells | |
Sad shit flowing to the skin | |
No one forget what you mean | |
If it grows up like a death tree | |
Why don’t we beat it down here and now? |
zuo ci : Cantat | |
Crawling like a thunder slug | |
Now it smells like a war drug | |
Here it comes slowly | |
Here it comes slowly | |
Deeply buried in the bowels | |
Now it spurts out of the wells | |
Here it comes slowly | |
Here it comes slowly | |
We can keep that beast away it still lays in its gore | |
We' ll never stand fascism anymore | |
No way out, no miracle, just stop it in your blood | |
Has your neighbor really understood? | |
We all wallow in dirt | |
But there' s a shadow to hurt | |
Crawling like a thunder slug | |
Now it smells like a war drug | |
Deeply buried in the bowels | |
Now it spurts out of the wells | |
Sad shit flowing to the skin | |
No one forget what you mean | |
If it grows up like a death tree | |
Why don' t we beat it down here and now? |
zuò cí : Cantat | |
Crawling like a thunder slug | |
Now it smells like a war drug | |
Here it comes slowly | |
Here it comes slowly | |
Deeply buried in the bowels | |
Now it spurts out of the wells | |
Here it comes slowly | |
Here it comes slowly | |
We can keep that beast away it still lays in its gore | |
We' ll never stand fascism anymore | |
No way out, no miracle, just stop it in your blood | |
Has your neighbor really understood? | |
We all wallow in dirt | |
But there' s a shadow to hurt | |
Crawling like a thunder slug | |
Now it smells like a war drug | |
Deeply buried in the bowels | |
Now it spurts out of the wells | |
Sad shit flowing to the skin | |
No one forget what you mean | |
If it grows up like a death tree | |
Why don' t we beat it down here and now? |