Song | Dogs (live) |
Artist | Motörhead |
Album | No Sleep at All [live] |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Burston, Campbell, Lemmy ... | |
Here we are in confusion | |
Could be it's all an illusion | |
Who knows the times to come | |
The years to face, the race to run | |
We believe in the graven image | |
We believe in the fight to the finish | |
We desire the almighty dollar | |
The pound of flesh, the golden collar | |
Lick the hand, we give our land to dogs | |
Here we are in the years | |
The blood, the sweat, the tears | |
Have made us bondage slaves | |
In a world that we never made | |
The politicians lick your bones | |
The tacticians, hearts of stone | |
They turn us against our brothers | |
Make us fight and kill each other | |
Locked in lust we put our trust in dogs | |
Now here we are again | |
The dead still look the same | |
Who cares they're soon forgotten | |
Nobody gonna miss a corpse that's rotten | |
Your fathers, daughters, mothers and sons | |
Have been taken by the chosen ones | |
But don't forget you made the choice | |
You made your mark, you raised your voice | |
They're all the same, you're all to blame | |
They're all the same, you're all to blame | |
They're all the same and you're to blame, you're dogs, dogs |
zuo ci : Burston, Campbell, Lemmy ... | |
Here we are in confusion | |
Could be it' s all an illusion | |
Who knows the times to come | |
The years to face, the race to run | |
We believe in the graven image | |
We believe in the fight to the finish | |
We desire the almighty dollar | |
The pound of flesh, the golden collar | |
Lick the hand, we give our land to dogs | |
Here we are in the years | |
The blood, the sweat, the tears | |
Have made us bondage slaves | |
In a world that we never made | |
The politicians lick your bones | |
The tacticians, hearts of stone | |
They turn us against our brothers | |
Make us fight and kill each other | |
Locked in lust we put our trust in dogs | |
Now here we are again | |
The dead still look the same | |
Who cares they' re soon forgotten | |
Nobody gonna miss a corpse that' s rotten | |
Your fathers, daughters, mothers and sons | |
Have been taken by the chosen ones | |
But don' t forget you made the choice | |
You made your mark, you raised your voice | |
They' re all the same, you' re all to blame | |
They' re all the same, you' re all to blame | |
They' re all the same and you' re to blame, you' re dogs, dogs |
zuò cí : Burston, Campbell, Lemmy ... | |
Here we are in confusion | |
Could be it' s all an illusion | |
Who knows the times to come | |
The years to face, the race to run | |
We believe in the graven image | |
We believe in the fight to the finish | |
We desire the almighty dollar | |
The pound of flesh, the golden collar | |
Lick the hand, we give our land to dogs | |
Here we are in the years | |
The blood, the sweat, the tears | |
Have made us bondage slaves | |
In a world that we never made | |
The politicians lick your bones | |
The tacticians, hearts of stone | |
They turn us against our brothers | |
Make us fight and kill each other | |
Locked in lust we put our trust in dogs | |
Now here we are again | |
The dead still look the same | |
Who cares they' re soon forgotten | |
Nobody gonna miss a corpse that' s rotten | |
Your fathers, daughters, mothers and sons | |
Have been taken by the chosen ones | |
But don' t forget you made the choice | |
You made your mark, you raised your voice | |
They' re all the same, you' re all to blame | |
They' re all the same, you' re all to blame | |
They' re all the same and you' re to blame, you' re dogs, dogs |