| 作曲 : Ray | |
| 作词 : Ray | |
| Lyrics:Amy Ray Music:Amy Ray | |
| Yeah, when I go over yonder, | |
| I will see my mother, | |
| my sister and my father, | |
| but my brother is going to hell. | |
| Well they hung him from the gallows, | |
| as the sun turned red from yellow. | |
| The crowd they heard him halting, | |
| and they sighed with much relief. | |
| The preacher asked him for any last words. | |
| My brother spit onto his clean shirt, | |
| and he smiled without redemption and said, | |
| "This is one soul God don't need." | |
| Though I loved him, I won't miss him, | |
| as he's burnin and he's twistin, | |
| for his heartless dedication | |
| to the devil and its creed. | |
| As a child we called him rotten, | |
| till he was lonely and forgotten. | |
| And he revenged our constant jeering, | |
| with his every word and deed. | |
| Oh and for my contribution, | |
| and the soul's lack of retribution, | |
| I would ask the Lord's forgiveness, | |
| on my very bended knee. | |
| It's the tale of Johnny Rotten, | |
| who was lonely and forgotten. | |
| Its the tale of my only brother, | |
| and its the tale of one bad seed. |
| zuo qu : Ray | |
| zuo ci : Ray | |
| Lyrics: Amy Ray Music: Amy Ray | |
| Yeah, when I go over yonder, | |
| I will see my mother, | |
| my sister and my father, | |
| but my brother is going to hell. | |
| Well they hung him from the gallows, | |
| as the sun turned red from yellow. | |
| The crowd they heard him halting, | |
| and they sighed with much relief. | |
| The preacher asked him for any last words. | |
| My brother spit onto his clean shirt, | |
| and he smiled without redemption and said, | |
| " This is one soul God don' t need." | |
| Though I loved him, I won' t miss him, | |
| as he' s burnin and he' s twistin, | |
| for his heartless dedication | |
| to the devil and its creed. | |
| As a child we called him rotten, | |
| till he was lonely and forgotten. | |
| And he revenged our constant jeering, | |
| with his every word and deed. | |
| Oh and for my contribution, | |
| and the soul' s lack of retribution, | |
| I would ask the Lord' s forgiveness, | |
| on my very bended knee. | |
| It' s the tale of Johnny Rotten, | |
| who was lonely and forgotten. | |
| Its the tale of my only brother, | |
| and its the tale of one bad seed. |
| zuò qǔ : Ray | |
| zuò cí : Ray | |
| Lyrics: Amy Ray Music: Amy Ray | |
| Yeah, when I go over yonder, | |
| I will see my mother, | |
| my sister and my father, | |
| but my brother is going to hell. | |
| Well they hung him from the gallows, | |
| as the sun turned red from yellow. | |
| The crowd they heard him halting, | |
| and they sighed with much relief. | |
| The preacher asked him for any last words. | |
| My brother spit onto his clean shirt, | |
| and he smiled without redemption and said, | |
| " This is one soul God don' t need." | |
| Though I loved him, I won' t miss him, | |
| as he' s burnin and he' s twistin, | |
| for his heartless dedication | |
| to the devil and its creed. | |
| As a child we called him rotten, | |
| till he was lonely and forgotten. | |
| And he revenged our constant jeering, | |
| with his every word and deed. | |
| Oh and for my contribution, | |
| and the soul' s lack of retribution, | |
| I would ask the Lord' s forgiveness, | |
| on my very bended knee. | |
| It' s the tale of Johnny Rotten, | |
| who was lonely and forgotten. | |
| Its the tale of my only brother, | |
| and its the tale of one bad seed. |