Song | Sacred Cowboys - Live At The Marquee |
Artist | Bruce Dickinson |
Album | Alive |
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作曲 : Dickinson, Z | |
(woo, hey) | |
Mira, mira, mira, andale, andale, yeah-ow![spoken:] | |
With a sense of irony, everyone you see | |
Is chasing their illusions | |
Take a dive, or sink, or swim | |
But in the end you're in the same pollution | |
In your world, escape is swift | |
The nonsense list is all you need to know | |
In the land of dreams, you make the right connections | |
Then you'll be the hero...ecstasy | |
The cult of 'me' provides our institutions | |
You can live forever with a grave that stands | |
Where people used to function | |
You can join the saviors of our culture | |
Vultures circling overhead my sky | |
Like the sin of gluttony won't set you free(but betty ford can help you try) | |
You can get all the things you never needed | |
You can sell people crap and make them eat it | |
But where is our john wayne? | |
Where's our sacred cowboy now? | |
Where are the indians on the hill? | |
There's no indians left to kill[spoken:] | |
People die with oxygen | |
And all their money can't afford a breath | |
People starving everywhere | |
And staring in the face of death | |
Prostitutes and politicians | |
Lying in their bed together | |
You can be the savior of the poor | |
Making up the policies to open up the back door... | |
You can get all the things you never needed | |
You can sell people crap and make them eat it | |
Where is our john wayne? | |
Where's our sacred cowboys now? | |
Where are the indians on the hill? | |
There's no indians left to kill | |
Where is our john wayne? | |
Where's our sacred cowboy now? | |
Where are the indians on the hill? | |
There's no indians left to kill | |
You can get all the things you never needed | |
You can sell people crap and make them eat it | |
Eat itThere is no john wayne | |
Where's our sacred cowboys now? | |
Where are the indians on the hill? | |
There's no indians left to kill | |
Where is our john wayne? | |
Where's our sacred cowboy now? | |
Where are the indians on the hill? | |
There's no indians left to... | |
Kill |
zuo qu : Dickinson, Z | |
woo, hey | |
Mira, mira, mira, andale, andale, yeahow! spoken: | |
With a sense of irony, everyone you see | |
Is chasing their illusions | |
Take a dive, or sink, or swim | |
But in the end you' re in the same pollution | |
In your world, escape is swift | |
The nonsense list is all you need to know | |
In the land of dreams, you make the right connections | |
Then you' ll be the hero... ecstasy | |
The cult of ' me' provides our institutions | |
You can live forever with a grave that stands | |
Where people used to function | |
You can join the saviors of our culture | |
Vultures circling overhead my sky | |
Like the sin of gluttony won' t set you free but betty ford can help you try | |
You can get all the things you never needed | |
You can sell people crap and make them eat it | |
But where is our john wayne? | |
Where' s our sacred cowboy now? | |
Where are the indians on the hill? | |
There' s no indians left to kill spoken: | |
People die with oxygen | |
And all their money can' t afford a breath | |
People starving everywhere | |
And staring in the face of death | |
Prostitutes and politicians | |
Lying in their bed together | |
You can be the savior of the poor | |
Making up the policies to open up the back door... | |
You can get all the things you never needed | |
You can sell people crap and make them eat it | |
Where is our john wayne? | |
Where' s our sacred cowboys now? | |
Where are the indians on the hill? | |
There' s no indians left to kill | |
Where is our john wayne? | |
Where' s our sacred cowboy now? | |
Where are the indians on the hill? | |
There' s no indians left to kill | |
You can get all the things you never needed | |
You can sell people crap and make them eat it | |
Eat itThere is no john wayne | |
Where' s our sacred cowboys now? | |
Where are the indians on the hill? | |
There' s no indians left to kill | |
Where is our john wayne? | |
Where' s our sacred cowboy now? | |
Where are the indians on the hill? | |
There' s no indians left to... | |
Kill |
zuò qǔ : Dickinson, Z | |
woo, hey | |
Mira, mira, mira, andale, andale, yeahow! spoken: | |
With a sense of irony, everyone you see | |
Is chasing their illusions | |
Take a dive, or sink, or swim | |
But in the end you' re in the same pollution | |
In your world, escape is swift | |
The nonsense list is all you need to know | |
In the land of dreams, you make the right connections | |
Then you' ll be the hero... ecstasy | |
The cult of ' me' provides our institutions | |
You can live forever with a grave that stands | |
Where people used to function | |
You can join the saviors of our culture | |
Vultures circling overhead my sky | |
Like the sin of gluttony won' t set you free but betty ford can help you try | |
You can get all the things you never needed | |
You can sell people crap and make them eat it | |
But where is our john wayne? | |
Where' s our sacred cowboy now? | |
Where are the indians on the hill? | |
There' s no indians left to kill spoken: | |
People die with oxygen | |
And all their money can' t afford a breath | |
People starving everywhere | |
And staring in the face of death | |
Prostitutes and politicians | |
Lying in their bed together | |
You can be the savior of the poor | |
Making up the policies to open up the back door... | |
You can get all the things you never needed | |
You can sell people crap and make them eat it | |
Where is our john wayne? | |
Where' s our sacred cowboys now? | |
Where are the indians on the hill? | |
There' s no indians left to kill | |
Where is our john wayne? | |
Where' s our sacred cowboy now? | |
Where are the indians on the hill? | |
There' s no indians left to kill | |
You can get all the things you never needed | |
You can sell people crap and make them eat it | |
Eat itThere is no john wayne | |
Where' s our sacred cowboys now? | |
Where are the indians on the hill? | |
There' s no indians left to kill | |
Where is our john wayne? | |
Where' s our sacred cowboy now? | |
Where are the indians on the hill? | |
There' s no indians left to... | |
Kill |