Song | World Machine - Shep Pettibone Remix |
Artist | Level 42 |
Album | Living It Up |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Badarou, Gould, King, Lindup | |
Some folks try to multiply | |
From sunrise to sunset | |
Leave behind more of their kind | |
So no one will forget | |
But that ain't where | |
I'm coming from today | |
Those easy girls don't turn me on anyway | |
I wanna know where my pride has gone | |
The party's over, caught in a dream | |
Inside this world machine | |
Teachers teach and preachers preach | |
Of spiritual evolution | |
But this big | |
I am from uncle | |
ShamJust adds to my confusion | |
I've seen his face, | |
I've heard his song before | |
But I don't care what time he's on anymore | |
I must have been on the streets too long | |
The party's over, caught in a dream | |
Inside this world machine | |
I find myself outside your door | |
Trying to make it like before | |
But you don't follow what | |
I sayAnd I can tell by your smile | |
You're no longer a child | |
That part of you was buried yesterday | |
Who knows why they come | |
And where they go | |
In this world machine? | |
It's the chosen fools who make the rules | |
That don't apply to me | |
With their fast-car games | |
And counter claims not my reality | |
And I don't know if | |
I belong today | |
I don't know why my friends have gone away | |
I must have been on the streets too long | |
The party's over, caught in a dream | |
Inside this world machine | |
World machine, world machine | |
Don't knock the system | |
We'll knock some sense in you | |
Don't beat the system | |
There's nothing you can do, yeah, yeah | |
Don't knock the system | |
We'll knock some sense in you | |
Don't beat the system | |
There's nothing you can do |
zuo ci : Badarou, Gould, King, Lindup | |
Some folks try to multiply | |
From sunrise to sunset | |
Leave behind more of their kind | |
So no one will forget | |
But that ain' t where | |
I' m coming from today | |
Those easy girls don' t turn me on anyway | |
I wanna know where my pride has gone | |
The party' s over, caught in a dream | |
Inside this world machine | |
Teachers teach and preachers preach | |
Of spiritual evolution | |
But this big | |
I am from uncle | |
ShamJust adds to my confusion | |
I' ve seen his face, | |
I' ve heard his song before | |
But I don' t care what time he' s on anymore | |
I must have been on the streets too long | |
The party' s over, caught in a dream | |
Inside this world machine | |
I find myself outside your door | |
Trying to make it like before | |
But you don' t follow what | |
I sayAnd I can tell by your smile | |
You' re no longer a child | |
That part of you was buried yesterday | |
Who knows why they come | |
And where they go | |
In this world machine? | |
It' s the chosen fools who make the rules | |
That don' t apply to me | |
With their fastcar games | |
And counter claims not my reality | |
And I don' t know if | |
I belong today | |
I don' t know why my friends have gone away | |
I must have been on the streets too long | |
The party' s over, caught in a dream | |
Inside this world machine | |
World machine, world machine | |
Don' t knock the system | |
We' ll knock some sense in you | |
Don' t beat the system | |
There' s nothing you can do, yeah, yeah | |
Don' t knock the system | |
We' ll knock some sense in you | |
Don' t beat the system | |
There' s nothing you can do |
zuò cí : Badarou, Gould, King, Lindup | |
Some folks try to multiply | |
From sunrise to sunset | |
Leave behind more of their kind | |
So no one will forget | |
But that ain' t where | |
I' m coming from today | |
Those easy girls don' t turn me on anyway | |
I wanna know where my pride has gone | |
The party' s over, caught in a dream | |
Inside this world machine | |
Teachers teach and preachers preach | |
Of spiritual evolution | |
But this big | |
I am from uncle | |
ShamJust adds to my confusion | |
I' ve seen his face, | |
I' ve heard his song before | |
But I don' t care what time he' s on anymore | |
I must have been on the streets too long | |
The party' s over, caught in a dream | |
Inside this world machine | |
I find myself outside your door | |
Trying to make it like before | |
But you don' t follow what | |
I sayAnd I can tell by your smile | |
You' re no longer a child | |
That part of you was buried yesterday | |
Who knows why they come | |
And where they go | |
In this world machine? | |
It' s the chosen fools who make the rules | |
That don' t apply to me | |
With their fastcar games | |
And counter claims not my reality | |
And I don' t know if | |
I belong today | |
I don' t know why my friends have gone away | |
I must have been on the streets too long | |
The party' s over, caught in a dream | |
Inside this world machine | |
World machine, world machine | |
Don' t knock the system | |
We' ll knock some sense in you | |
Don' t beat the system | |
There' s nothing you can do, yeah, yeah | |
Don' t knock the system | |
We' ll knock some sense in you | |
Don' t beat the system | |
There' s nothing you can do |