Song | Those Anarcho Punks Are Mysterious... |
Artist | Against Me! |
Album | Reinventing Axl Rose |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Gabel | |
We're all presidents, we're all congressmen, | |
We're all cops in waiting, | |
We're the workers of the world, | |
There is the elite and the dispossessed, | |
And it's only about survival, | |
Who has the skill to play the game for all it's worth, | |
And reach an obscure kind of perfection, | |
Let's try and keep as much emotion out of this as possible, | |
Let's try not to remember any names, | |
We'll do it for a country, for a people, for a moral vision, | |
United, we'll make them remember our history, | |
Or how we'd like to be told, | |
How we'd like to be told... | |
And we rock, | |
Because it's us against them. | |
We found our own reasons to sing, | |
And it's so much less confusing | |
when lines are drawn like that, | |
When people are either consumers or revolutionaries, | |
Enemies or friends hanging on the fringes | |
Of the cogs in the system, | |
It's just about knowing where everyone stands. | |
All of a sudden, | |
People start talking 'bout guns, | |
Talking like they're going to war, | |
'Cause they found something to die for, | |
Start taking back what they stole- | |
sure beats every other option, | |
But does it make a difference how we get it? | |
Well do you really fucking get it? | |
No, no, no, no, | |
No, no, no, no.... |
zuo qu : Gabel | |
We' re all presidents, we' re all congressmen, | |
We' re all cops in waiting, | |
We' re the workers of the world, | |
There is the elite and the dispossessed, | |
And it' s only about survival, | |
Who has the skill to play the game for all it' s worth, | |
And reach an obscure kind of perfection, | |
Let' s try and keep as much emotion out of this as possible, | |
Let' s try not to remember any names, | |
We' ll do it for a country, for a people, for a moral vision, | |
United, we' ll make them remember our history, | |
Or how we' d like to be told, | |
How we' d like to be told... | |
And we rock, | |
Because it' s us against them. | |
We found our own reasons to sing, | |
And it' s so much less confusing | |
when lines are drawn like that, | |
When people are either consumers or revolutionaries, | |
Enemies or friends hanging on the fringes | |
Of the cogs in the system, | |
It' s just about knowing where everyone stands. | |
All of a sudden, | |
People start talking ' bout guns, | |
Talking like they' re going to war, | |
' Cause they found something to die for, | |
Start taking back what they stole | |
sure beats every other option, | |
But does it make a difference how we get it? | |
Well do you really fucking get it? | |
No, no, no, no, | |
No, no, no, no.... |
zuò qǔ : Gabel | |
We' re all presidents, we' re all congressmen, | |
We' re all cops in waiting, | |
We' re the workers of the world, | |
There is the elite and the dispossessed, | |
And it' s only about survival, | |
Who has the skill to play the game for all it' s worth, | |
And reach an obscure kind of perfection, | |
Let' s try and keep as much emotion out of this as possible, | |
Let' s try not to remember any names, | |
We' ll do it for a country, for a people, for a moral vision, | |
United, we' ll make them remember our history, | |
Or how we' d like to be told, | |
How we' d like to be told... | |
And we rock, | |
Because it' s us against them. | |
We found our own reasons to sing, | |
And it' s so much less confusing | |
when lines are drawn like that, | |
When people are either consumers or revolutionaries, | |
Enemies or friends hanging on the fringes | |
Of the cogs in the system, | |
It' s just about knowing where everyone stands. | |
All of a sudden, | |
People start talking ' bout guns, | |
Talking like they' re going to war, | |
' Cause they found something to die for, | |
Start taking back what they stole | |
sure beats every other option, | |
But does it make a difference how we get it? | |
Well do you really fucking get it? | |
No, no, no, no, | |
No, no, no, no.... |