Song | All Our Dark Tomorrows |
Artist | Bruce Cockburn |
Album | You've Never Seen Everything |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Cockburn | |
<Bruce Cockburn - All Our Dark Tomorrows Lyrics | |
The village idiot takes the throne | |
His the wind in which all must sway | |
All sane people, die now | |
Be lifted up and carried away | |
Youve got no home in this world of sorrows' | |
Theres a parasite feeding on | |
Everybodys bag of rage | |
What goes out returns again | |
To smite the mouth and burn the page | |
Under the rain of all our dark tomorrows | |
I can see in the dark its where I used to live | |
I see excess and the gaping need | |
Follow the money see where it leads | |
Its to shrunken men stuffed up with greed | |
They meet and make plans in strange half-lit tableaux | |
Under the rain of all our dark tomorrows | |
Youve got no home in this world of sorrows |
zuo ci : Cockburn | |
Bruce Cockburn All Our Dark Tomorrows Lyrics | |
The village idiot takes the throne | |
His the wind in which all must sway | |
All sane people, die now | |
Be lifted up and carried away | |
Youve got no home in this world of sorrows' | |
Theres a parasite feeding on | |
Everybodys bag of rage | |
What goes out returns again | |
To smite the mouth and burn the page | |
Under the rain of all our dark tomorrows | |
I can see in the dark its where I used to live | |
I see excess and the gaping need | |
Follow the money see where it leads | |
Its to shrunken men stuffed up with greed | |
They meet and make plans in strange halflit tableaux | |
Under the rain of all our dark tomorrows | |
Youve got no home in this world of sorrows |
zuò cí : Cockburn | |
Bruce Cockburn All Our Dark Tomorrows Lyrics | |
The village idiot takes the throne | |
His the wind in which all must sway | |
All sane people, die now | |
Be lifted up and carried away | |
Youve got no home in this world of sorrows' | |
Theres a parasite feeding on | |
Everybodys bag of rage | |
What goes out returns again | |
To smite the mouth and burn the page | |
Under the rain of all our dark tomorrows | |
I can see in the dark its where I used to live | |
I see excess and the gaping need | |
Follow the money see where it leads | |
Its to shrunken men stuffed up with greed | |
They meet and make plans in strange halflit tableaux | |
Under the rain of all our dark tomorrows | |
Youve got no home in this world of sorrows |