作曲 : Reveille | |
A wooden cross, an angel's bed | |
Decked with nails and strewn in red | |
And empty garden, our dooming fate | |
Which day by day we tolerate | |
A ruined world, a gaping hole | |
And a prayer for | |
God to save our souls | |
Wake up, rise and shine | |
Wake up, 'bout fucking time | |
Wake up, rise and shine | |
Wake up, 'bout fucking time | |
Wake up, rise and shine | |
Wake up, 'bout fucking time | |
A glimmer of hope is lost in time | |
Now is it mindless list of thoughtless crime? | |
Mother's fate in a child's eyes | |
Now the innocent crumble under burning skies | |
The mind's gone blind, for those who could see | |
Now gently swing from the gallow street | |
Wake up, rise and shine | |
Wake up, 'bout fucking time | |
Wake up, rise and shine | |
Wake up, 'bout fucking time | |
Wake up, rise and shine | |
Wake up, 'bout fucking time | |
Tack me up and crucify me now | |
Tack me up and crucify me now | |
Tack me up and crucify me now | |
Take me up, come on, wake me up | |
Sin, jealousy, lies, anger | |
Wanna try to vie go ahead an' spin the chamber | |
Rise up, rise up, rise up, rise up | |
Rise up, rise up, rise up, rise and blind |
zuo qu : Reveille | |
A wooden cross, an angel' s bed | |
Decked with nails and strewn in red | |
And empty garden, our dooming fate | |
Which day by day we tolerate | |
A ruined world, a gaping hole | |
And a prayer for | |
God to save our souls | |
Wake up, rise and shine | |
Wake up, ' bout fucking time | |
Wake up, rise and shine | |
Wake up, ' bout fucking time | |
Wake up, rise and shine | |
Wake up, ' bout fucking time | |
A glimmer of hope is lost in time | |
Now is it mindless list of thoughtless crime? | |
Mother' s fate in a child' s eyes | |
Now the innocent crumble under burning skies | |
The mind' s gone blind, for those who could see | |
Now gently swing from the gallow street | |
Wake up, rise and shine | |
Wake up, ' bout fucking time | |
Wake up, rise and shine | |
Wake up, ' bout fucking time | |
Wake up, rise and shine | |
Wake up, ' bout fucking time | |
Tack me up and crucify me now | |
Tack me up and crucify me now | |
Tack me up and crucify me now | |
Take me up, come on, wake me up | |
Sin, jealousy, lies, anger | |
Wanna try to vie go ahead an' spin the chamber | |
Rise up, rise up, rise up, rise up | |
Rise up, rise up, rise up, rise and blind |
zuò qǔ : Reveille | |
A wooden cross, an angel' s bed | |
Decked with nails and strewn in red | |
And empty garden, our dooming fate | |
Which day by day we tolerate | |
A ruined world, a gaping hole | |
And a prayer for | |
God to save our souls | |
Wake up, rise and shine | |
Wake up, ' bout fucking time | |
Wake up, rise and shine | |
Wake up, ' bout fucking time | |
Wake up, rise and shine | |
Wake up, ' bout fucking time | |
A glimmer of hope is lost in time | |
Now is it mindless list of thoughtless crime? | |
Mother' s fate in a child' s eyes | |
Now the innocent crumble under burning skies | |
The mind' s gone blind, for those who could see | |
Now gently swing from the gallow street | |
Wake up, rise and shine | |
Wake up, ' bout fucking time | |
Wake up, rise and shine | |
Wake up, ' bout fucking time | |
Wake up, rise and shine | |
Wake up, ' bout fucking time | |
Tack me up and crucify me now | |
Tack me up and crucify me now | |
Tack me up and crucify me now | |
Take me up, come on, wake me up | |
Sin, jealousy, lies, anger | |
Wanna try to vie go ahead an' spin the chamber | |
Rise up, rise up, rise up, rise up | |
Rise up, rise up, rise up, rise and blind |