Song | Back Up Against the Wall |
Artist | Rancid |
Album | Indestructible |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Armstrong, Frederiksen | |
Rock gets hot, now she can't stop | |
She's a lot, a lot like a robot | |
And she can't be bought, and her nerves are shot | |
And she starts to rot, from the inside out | |
She said I don't need you to save me, but there's people here trying to blame me | |
And there's no jobs that will pay me, enough to feed my family | |
And I got my back up against the wall | |
And I got my back up against the wall | |
And no one hears her call | |
Cause there's no one there at all | |
And I got my back up against the wall | |
Law crack re-run, fools are chippin | |
Promises are broken, yeh, jobs are leavin | |
And the sky is darkening in the land of stepping | |
But the bus is staying and | |
I won't be regretting | |
And there's no more jobs here, no more love here | |
No more room here for me, and there's no more jobs here | |
Only misery here, for me and my family | |
And I got my back up against the wall | |
And I got my back up against the wall | |
And no one hears her call | |
Cause there's no one there at all | |
And I got my back up against the wall | |
Now where have all the good times gone(ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT!) | |
But something here is going wrong(ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT) | |
Why even bother, when you getting clobbered | |
Nowhere is safe and sound, off the sweat they will profit | |
Your getting robbed and their gunning you down to the ground | |
Oh we all got big dreams now, the new factory just shut down | |
And there's not enough to go around, cause their gunning you down to the ground | |
And I got my back up against the wall | |
And I got my back up against the wall | |
And no one hears her call | |
Cause there's no one there at all | |
And I got my back up against the wall |
zuo ci : Armstrong, Frederiksen | |
Rock gets hot, now she can' t stop | |
She' s a lot, a lot like a robot | |
And she can' t be bought, and her nerves are shot | |
And she starts to rot, from the inside out | |
She said I don' t need you to save me, but there' s people here trying to blame me | |
And there' s no jobs that will pay me, enough to feed my family | |
And I got my back up against the wall | |
And I got my back up against the wall | |
And no one hears her call | |
Cause there' s no one there at all | |
And I got my back up against the wall | |
Law crack rerun, fools are chippin | |
Promises are broken, yeh, jobs are leavin | |
And the sky is darkening in the land of stepping | |
But the bus is staying and | |
I won' t be regretting | |
And there' s no more jobs here, no more love here | |
No more room here for me, and there' s no more jobs here | |
Only misery here, for me and my family | |
And I got my back up against the wall | |
And I got my back up against the wall | |
And no one hears her call | |
Cause there' s no one there at all | |
And I got my back up against the wall | |
Now where have all the good times gone ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! | |
But something here is going wrong ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT | |
Why even bother, when you getting clobbered | |
Nowhere is safe and sound, off the sweat they will profit | |
Your getting robbed and their gunning you down to the ground | |
Oh we all got big dreams now, the new factory just shut down | |
And there' s not enough to go around, cause their gunning you down to the ground | |
And I got my back up against the wall | |
And I got my back up against the wall | |
And no one hears her call | |
Cause there' s no one there at all | |
And I got my back up against the wall |
zuò cí : Armstrong, Frederiksen | |
Rock gets hot, now she can' t stop | |
She' s a lot, a lot like a robot | |
And she can' t be bought, and her nerves are shot | |
And she starts to rot, from the inside out | |
She said I don' t need you to save me, but there' s people here trying to blame me | |
And there' s no jobs that will pay me, enough to feed my family | |
And I got my back up against the wall | |
And I got my back up against the wall | |
And no one hears her call | |
Cause there' s no one there at all | |
And I got my back up against the wall | |
Law crack rerun, fools are chippin | |
Promises are broken, yeh, jobs are leavin | |
And the sky is darkening in the land of stepping | |
But the bus is staying and | |
I won' t be regretting | |
And there' s no more jobs here, no more love here | |
No more room here for me, and there' s no more jobs here | |
Only misery here, for me and my family | |
And I got my back up against the wall | |
And I got my back up against the wall | |
And no one hears her call | |
Cause there' s no one there at all | |
And I got my back up against the wall | |
Now where have all the good times gone ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! | |
But something here is going wrong ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT | |
Why even bother, when you getting clobbered | |
Nowhere is safe and sound, off the sweat they will profit | |
Your getting robbed and their gunning you down to the ground | |
Oh we all got big dreams now, the new factory just shut down | |
And there' s not enough to go around, cause their gunning you down to the ground | |
And I got my back up against the wall | |
And I got my back up against the wall | |
And no one hears her call | |
Cause there' s no one there at all | |
And I got my back up against the wall |