| 作词 : Coomes, Weiss | |
| nothing to say today | |
| the bells keep chiming away | |
| down on your knees and pray to what - the god of blood & vengeance? | |
| sun shines down sunshine sounds | |
| ah, but the hatfields and mccoys continue their fighting | |
| grandmother hatfield still enjoys her jug of white lightning | |
| sun shines down sunshine sounds |
| zuo ci : Coomes, Weiss | |
| nothing to say today | |
| the bells keep chiming away | |
| down on your knees and pray to what the god of blood vengeance? | |
| sun shines down sunshine sounds | |
| ah, but the hatfields and mccoys continue their fighting | |
| grandmother hatfield still enjoys her jug of white lightning | |
| sun shines down sunshine sounds |
| zuò cí : Coomes, Weiss | |
| nothing to say today | |
| the bells keep chiming away | |
| down on your knees and pray to what the god of blood vengeance? | |
| sun shines down sunshine sounds | |
| ah, but the hatfields and mccoys continue their fighting | |
| grandmother hatfield still enjoys her jug of white lightning | |
| sun shines down sunshine sounds |