| Song | Ivory Tusk |
| Artist | Blues Traveler |
| Album | Travelers & Thieves |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Kinchla, Popper | |
| Lyrics:John Popper Music:Chan Kinchla | |
| Ivory Tusk, smash into thine own | |
| To show thee fit to continue | |
| I weep for them and I weep for me | |
| We rally to charge to die | |
| And laugh when it's through | |
| Well rise and walk now you're a man | |
| Don't try to play catch me if you can | |
| Just do as you're told son you must abide | |
| Have you gone crazy it never was a free ride | |
| Just take yo medicine and help it go down | |
| Do as you're told boy no need to frown | |
| You know it happened to me and your granddad too | |
| Not a goddamn any one can do | |
| Well sir I don't know but I hear them say | |
| If there's no free ride then ride away | |
| And it could be me, and it could be strange | |
| But keep hearing voices singing 'comes a change' | |
| Blood drop spill unto the parched earth | |
| And nourish that which is hungry | |
| Feast well avenging madness | |
| Then call your buzzards down to clean the carcass | |
| Well your life's not yours it's everyone's | |
| So do the right thing and go for your guns | |
| It's how the world was saved and how the west was won | |
| So here he comes now you gotta stand or run | |
| Just level your iron boy and sight him in | |
| You ain't out to die boy | |
| You're out to win | |
| You know you hate him, you must know he hates you | |
| Not a goddamn anyone can do | |
| Well if my life is everyone's well good that's fine | |
| But you've yet to prove that that makes his life mine | |
| And it could be me and I could be strange | |
| But I keep hearing voices singing 'comes a change' | |
| Like rain and thunder washing everything away | |
| That's what I hear them say | |
| You might just prefer to pray | |
| It's the same thing anyway | |
| Ivory Tusk, smash into thine own | |
| To show thee fit to continue | |
| I weep for them and I weep for me | |
| We rally to charge to die | |
| And laugh when it's through | |
| Well sir I don't know but I hear them say | |
| If there is no free ride then ride away | |
| And it could be me, and it could be strange | |
| But keep hearing voices singing 'comes a change' | |
| Like rain and thunder washing everything away | |
| That's what I hear them say | |
| You might just prefer to pray | |
| Like rain and thunder washing everything away | |
| That's what I hear them say | |
| You might just prefer to pray |
| zuo ci : Kinchla, Popper | |
| Lyrics: John Popper Music: Chan Kinchla | |
| Ivory Tusk, smash into thine own | |
| To show thee fit to continue | |
| I weep for them and I weep for me | |
| We rally to charge to die | |
| And laugh when it' s through | |
| Well rise and walk now you' re a man | |
| Don' t try to play catch me if you can | |
| Just do as you' re told son you must abide | |
| Have you gone crazy it never was a free ride | |
| Just take yo medicine and help it go down | |
| Do as you' re told boy no need to frown | |
| You know it happened to me and your granddad too | |
| Not a goddamn any one can do | |
| Well sir I don' t know but I hear them say | |
| If there' s no free ride then ride away | |
| And it could be me, and it could be strange | |
| But keep hearing voices singing ' comes a change' | |
| Blood drop spill unto the parched earth | |
| And nourish that which is hungry | |
| Feast well avenging madness | |
| Then call your buzzards down to clean the carcass | |
| Well your life' s not yours it' s everyone' s | |
| So do the right thing and go for your guns | |
| It' s how the world was saved and how the west was won | |
| So here he comes now you gotta stand or run | |
| Just level your iron boy and sight him in | |
| You ain' t out to die boy | |
| You' re out to win | |
| You know you hate him, you must know he hates you | |
| Not a goddamn anyone can do | |
| Well if my life is everyone' s well good that' s fine | |
| But you' ve yet to prove that that makes his life mine | |
| And it could be me and I could be strange | |
| But I keep hearing voices singing ' comes a change' | |
| Like rain and thunder washing everything away | |
| That' s what I hear them say | |
| You might just prefer to pray | |
| It' s the same thing anyway | |
| Ivory Tusk, smash into thine own | |
| To show thee fit to continue | |
| I weep for them and I weep for me | |
| We rally to charge to die | |
| And laugh when it' s through | |
| Well sir I don' t know but I hear them say | |
| If there is no free ride then ride away | |
| And it could be me, and it could be strange | |
| But keep hearing voices singing ' comes a change' | |
| Like rain and thunder washing everything away | |
| That' s what I hear them say | |
| You might just prefer to pray | |
| Like rain and thunder washing everything away | |
| That' s what I hear them say | |
| You might just prefer to pray |
| zuò cí : Kinchla, Popper | |
| Lyrics: John Popper Music: Chan Kinchla | |
| Ivory Tusk, smash into thine own | |
| To show thee fit to continue | |
| I weep for them and I weep for me | |
| We rally to charge to die | |
| And laugh when it' s through | |
| Well rise and walk now you' re a man | |
| Don' t try to play catch me if you can | |
| Just do as you' re told son you must abide | |
| Have you gone crazy it never was a free ride | |
| Just take yo medicine and help it go down | |
| Do as you' re told boy no need to frown | |
| You know it happened to me and your granddad too | |
| Not a goddamn any one can do | |
| Well sir I don' t know but I hear them say | |
| If there' s no free ride then ride away | |
| And it could be me, and it could be strange | |
| But keep hearing voices singing ' comes a change' | |
| Blood drop spill unto the parched earth | |
| And nourish that which is hungry | |
| Feast well avenging madness | |
| Then call your buzzards down to clean the carcass | |
| Well your life' s not yours it' s everyone' s | |
| So do the right thing and go for your guns | |
| It' s how the world was saved and how the west was won | |
| So here he comes now you gotta stand or run | |
| Just level your iron boy and sight him in | |
| You ain' t out to die boy | |
| You' re out to win | |
| You know you hate him, you must know he hates you | |
| Not a goddamn anyone can do | |
| Well if my life is everyone' s well good that' s fine | |
| But you' ve yet to prove that that makes his life mine | |
| And it could be me and I could be strange | |
| But I keep hearing voices singing ' comes a change' | |
| Like rain and thunder washing everything away | |
| That' s what I hear them say | |
| You might just prefer to pray | |
| It' s the same thing anyway | |
| Ivory Tusk, smash into thine own | |
| To show thee fit to continue | |
| I weep for them and I weep for me | |
| We rally to charge to die | |
| And laugh when it' s through | |
| Well sir I don' t know but I hear them say | |
| If there is no free ride then ride away | |
| And it could be me, and it could be strange | |
| But keep hearing voices singing ' comes a change' | |
| Like rain and thunder washing everything away | |
| That' s what I hear them say | |
| You might just prefer to pray | |
| Like rain and thunder washing everything away | |
| That' s what I hear them say | |
| You might just prefer to pray |