Song | No New Jesus |
Artist | Living Things |
Album | Ahead of the Lions |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Berlin, Living Things | |
I live knowing that we're slaves to be sold | |
And my paranoia is a joke, so I'm told | |
And where's the new Jesus? Well, he's off praising the Lord | |
The Yankee clinches the commie with his tight umbilical cord | |
And they train you to never, ever grow old | |
So wake up and uncuff your hands | |
Now wake up, your future has been planned | |
To play God you must round up your lambs | |
Now wake up and uncuff your hands | |
Wake up | |
All those people will grow gold in their gut | |
Patronizing weasels, they don't like themselves that much | |
And this can't last forever, 'cause it's killing us all | |
I lost an angel while I was digging in her dust | |
And they train you to never, ever grow old | |
So wake up and uncuff your hands | |
Now wake up, your future has been planned | |
To play God you must round up your lambs | |
Now wake up and uncuff your hands | |
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up | |
And they train you to never, ever grow old | |
So wake up and uncuff your hands | |
Now wake up, your future has been planned | |
To play God you must round up your lambs | |
Now wake up and uncuff your hands | |
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up | |
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up |
zuo qu : Berlin, Living Things | |
I live knowing that we' re slaves to be sold | |
And my paranoia is a joke, so I' m told | |
And where' s the new Jesus? Well, he' s off praising the Lord | |
The Yankee clinches the commie with his tight umbilical cord | |
And they train you to never, ever grow old | |
So wake up and uncuff your hands | |
Now wake up, your future has been planned | |
To play God you must round up your lambs | |
Now wake up and uncuff your hands | |
Wake up | |
All those people will grow gold in their gut | |
Patronizing weasels, they don' t like themselves that much | |
And this can' t last forever, ' cause it' s killing us all | |
I lost an angel while I was digging in her dust | |
And they train you to never, ever grow old | |
So wake up and uncuff your hands | |
Now wake up, your future has been planned | |
To play God you must round up your lambs | |
Now wake up and uncuff your hands | |
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up | |
And they train you to never, ever grow old | |
So wake up and uncuff your hands | |
Now wake up, your future has been planned | |
To play God you must round up your lambs | |
Now wake up and uncuff your hands | |
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up | |
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up |
zuò qǔ : Berlin, Living Things | |
I live knowing that we' re slaves to be sold | |
And my paranoia is a joke, so I' m told | |
And where' s the new Jesus? Well, he' s off praising the Lord | |
The Yankee clinches the commie with his tight umbilical cord | |
And they train you to never, ever grow old | |
So wake up and uncuff your hands | |
Now wake up, your future has been planned | |
To play God you must round up your lambs | |
Now wake up and uncuff your hands | |
Wake up | |
All those people will grow gold in their gut | |
Patronizing weasels, they don' t like themselves that much | |
And this can' t last forever, ' cause it' s killing us all | |
I lost an angel while I was digging in her dust | |
And they train you to never, ever grow old | |
So wake up and uncuff your hands | |
Now wake up, your future has been planned | |
To play God you must round up your lambs | |
Now wake up and uncuff your hands | |
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up | |
And they train you to never, ever grow old | |
So wake up and uncuff your hands | |
Now wake up, your future has been planned | |
To play God you must round up your lambs | |
Now wake up and uncuff your hands | |
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up | |
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up |