Death to the Martyrs Lyrics
| Song | Death to the Martyrs |
| Artist | The Ark |
| Album | Prayer for the Weekend |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Salo | |
| He come 'round for the afterparty | |
| Got a reception more than hearty | |
| Well No Wonder - here he was | |
| Our city's most prominent martyr | |
| Who stuck needles in his arms | |
| while you and I still stuck to smarties | |
| and who taught us all 'bout poetry and how to pick up birds | |
| He who hung on to his pathos | |
| while other suckers saved and earned | |
| And the underground would love him in return | |
| He came 'round for the afterparty | |
| Got a reception more than hearty | |
| So he took a loop around and then he slouched into an armchair | |
| And there was she, yeah in a flash | |
| Like Guinevere to her king Arthur | |
| So I closed my eyes and this is what I heard: | |
| You sorry ass | |
| You sorry ass | |
| Oh! Death to the martyrs come on, come on | |
| You sorry ass | |
| You sorry ass | |
| Oh! Death to the martyrs come on! | |
| I remember it all clearly | |
| I remember it precise | |
| How he fixed me with his stare | |
| and looked me right into the eyes | |
| Saying "Me, I'm no machine! | |
| No I defy the nine to five" | |
| Now forgive me, I concidered it both | |
| radical and wise | |
| But for God's sake I was 14 at the time! | |
| You sorry ass | |
| You sorry ass | |
| Oh! Death to the martyrs come on, come on | |
| You sorry ass | |
| You sorry ass | |
| Oh! Death to the martyrs come on! | |
| Now you who are so grand | |
| Who claim you built the fundaments | |
| on which I stand, you are the man | |
| But you preferred the gentle fan I was before | |
| But now it's time to be unkind | |
| to speak my mind | |
| And if you ask why I'm so blunt | |
| It's 'cause I care for you, You cunt! | |
| You're no longer wild at heart | |
| You're just a boring junkie fart | |
| And if you really wanna die alright then | |
| Die, then you old tart! | |
| So I walked across the dancefloor | |
| Until I was in his sight | |
| And I opened up and this is what came out: | |
| You sorry ass | |
| You sorry ass | |
| Oh! Death to the martyrs come on, come on | |
| You sorry ass | |
| You sorry ass | |
| Oh! Death to the martyrs come on! |
| zuo qu : Salo | |
| He come ' round for the afterparty | |
| Got a reception more than hearty | |
| Well No Wonder here he was | |
| Our city' s most prominent martyr | |
| Who stuck needles in his arms | |
| while you and I still stuck to smarties | |
| and who taught us all ' bout poetry and how to pick up birds | |
| He who hung on to his pathos | |
| while other suckers saved and earned | |
| And the underground would love him in return | |
| He came ' round for the afterparty | |
| Got a reception more than hearty | |
| So he took a loop around and then he slouched into an armchair | |
| And there was she, yeah in a flash | |
| Like Guinevere to her king Arthur | |
| So I closed my eyes and this is what I heard: | |
| You sorry ass | |
| You sorry ass | |
| Oh! Death to the martyrs come on, come on | |
| You sorry ass | |
| You sorry ass | |
| Oh! Death to the martyrs come on! | |
| I remember it all clearly | |
| I remember it precise | |
| How he fixed me with his stare | |
| and looked me right into the eyes | |
| Saying " Me, I' m no machine! | |
| No I defy the nine to five" | |
| Now forgive me, I concidered it both | |
| radical and wise | |
| But for God' s sake I was 14 at the time! | |
| You sorry ass | |
| You sorry ass | |
| Oh! Death to the martyrs come on, come on | |
| You sorry ass | |
| You sorry ass | |
| Oh! Death to the martyrs come on! | |
| Now you who are so grand | |
| Who claim you built the fundaments | |
| on which I stand, you are the man | |
| But you preferred the gentle fan I was before | |
| But now it' s time to be unkind | |
| to speak my mind | |
| And if you ask why I' m so blunt | |
| It' s ' cause I care for you, You cunt! | |
| You' re no longer wild at heart | |
| You' re just a boring junkie fart | |
| And if you really wanna die alright then | |
| Die, then you old tart! | |
| So I walked across the dancefloor | |
| Until I was in his sight | |
| And I opened up and this is what came out: | |
| You sorry ass | |
| You sorry ass | |
| Oh! Death to the martyrs come on, come on | |
| You sorry ass | |
| You sorry ass | |
| Oh! Death to the martyrs come on! |
| zuò qǔ : Salo | |
| He come ' round for the afterparty | |
| Got a reception more than hearty | |
| Well No Wonder here he was | |
| Our city' s most prominent martyr | |
| Who stuck needles in his arms | |
| while you and I still stuck to smarties | |
| and who taught us all ' bout poetry and how to pick up birds | |
| He who hung on to his pathos | |
| while other suckers saved and earned | |
| And the underground would love him in return | |
| He came ' round for the afterparty | |
| Got a reception more than hearty | |
| So he took a loop around and then he slouched into an armchair | |
| And there was she, yeah in a flash | |
| Like Guinevere to her king Arthur | |
| So I closed my eyes and this is what I heard: | |
| You sorry ass | |
| You sorry ass | |
| Oh! Death to the martyrs come on, come on | |
| You sorry ass | |
| You sorry ass | |
| Oh! Death to the martyrs come on! | |
| I remember it all clearly | |
| I remember it precise | |
| How he fixed me with his stare | |
| and looked me right into the eyes | |
| Saying " Me, I' m no machine! | |
| No I defy the nine to five" | |
| Now forgive me, I concidered it both | |
| radical and wise | |
| But for God' s sake I was 14 at the time! | |
| You sorry ass | |
| You sorry ass | |
| Oh! Death to the martyrs come on, come on | |
| You sorry ass | |
| You sorry ass | |
| Oh! Death to the martyrs come on! | |
| Now you who are so grand | |
| Who claim you built the fundaments | |
| on which I stand, you are the man | |
| But you preferred the gentle fan I was before | |
| But now it' s time to be unkind | |
| to speak my mind | |
| And if you ask why I' m so blunt | |
| It' s ' cause I care for you, You cunt! | |
| You' re no longer wild at heart | |
| You' re just a boring junkie fart | |
| And if you really wanna die alright then | |
| Die, then you old tart! | |
| So I walked across the dancefloor | |
| Until I was in his sight | |
| And I opened up and this is what came out: | |
| You sorry ass | |
| You sorry ass | |
| Oh! Death to the martyrs come on, come on | |
| You sorry ass | |
| You sorry ass | |
| Oh! Death to the martyrs come on! |
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