Prevent This Tragedy Lyrics
| Song | Prevent This Tragedy |
| Artist | Alkaline Trio |
| Album | Crimson |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Alkaline Trio | |
| Here we are again with handguns for hearts | |
| They had a master plan, wanted to tear us apart | |
| Nothing to hold, all hope deleted | |
| Our demise has been completed now | |
| Nowhere left to go but down | |
| The flames of hell they give me hope, | |
| I drown In oceans of this tragic part of town | |
| Where nothing's heard for miles but the sound | |
| Of children wishing they were safely underground | |
| We are the walking dead, we hold this ghost in our arms | |
| We take our daily breath and thank our unlucky stars | |
| Tried to get by on bread and water | |
| Craving blood poured from the alter now | |
| Not much left to do but drown | |
| In flames of miscommunication, down | |
| Then out and off in search of someone proud | |
| To translate what we truly dream about | |
| As we lay in this bed thinking out loud | |
| I'm screaming uncle, mercy me | |
| And my broken telepathy | |
| For I'm left with nothing but this bloodless riverbank | |
| West Memphis, please | |
| I'm begging you to stop praying for me |
| zuo ci : Alkaline Trio | |
| Here we are again with handguns for hearts | |
| They had a master plan, wanted to tear us apart | |
| Nothing to hold, all hope deleted | |
| Our demise has been completed now | |
| Nowhere left to go but down | |
| The flames of hell they give me hope, | |
| I drown In oceans of this tragic part of town | |
| Where nothing' s heard for miles but the sound | |
| Of children wishing they were safely underground | |
| We are the walking dead, we hold this ghost in our arms | |
| We take our daily breath and thank our unlucky stars | |
| Tried to get by on bread and water | |
| Craving blood poured from the alter now | |
| Not much left to do but drown | |
| In flames of miscommunication, down | |
| Then out and off in search of someone proud | |
| To translate what we truly dream about | |
| As we lay in this bed thinking out loud | |
| I' m screaming uncle, mercy me | |
| And my broken telepathy | |
| For I' m left with nothing but this bloodless riverbank | |
| West Memphis, please | |
| I' m begging you to stop praying for me |
| zuò cí : Alkaline Trio | |
| Here we are again with handguns for hearts | |
| They had a master plan, wanted to tear us apart | |
| Nothing to hold, all hope deleted | |
| Our demise has been completed now | |
| Nowhere left to go but down | |
| The flames of hell they give me hope, | |
| I drown In oceans of this tragic part of town | |
| Where nothing' s heard for miles but the sound | |
| Of children wishing they were safely underground | |
| We are the walking dead, we hold this ghost in our arms | |
| We take our daily breath and thank our unlucky stars | |
| Tried to get by on bread and water | |
| Craving blood poured from the alter now | |
| Not much left to do but drown | |
| In flames of miscommunication, down | |
| Then out and off in search of someone proud | |
| To translate what we truly dream about | |
| As we lay in this bed thinking out loud | |
| I' m screaming uncle, mercy me | |
| And my broken telepathy | |
| For I' m left with nothing but this bloodless riverbank | |
| West Memphis, please | |
| I' m begging you to stop praying for me |
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