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 |