Song | Wall Of God |
Artist | China Crisis |
Album | Flaunt The Imperfection |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Gazza | |
Down on the seabed | |
crushed by the wave | |
twisted for money | |
born I a slave | |
devil on my back | |
underneath my skin | |
laugh at affliction | |
knock but don't you fall in | |
fever in my hands | |
And for the first time | |
in my small world | |
I have touched on greater meaning | |
and for the first time | |
in my small world | |
I have given myself to learning | |
There was a freedom | |
hard to define | |
vain and outspoken | |
like no friend of mine | |
devil on my back | |
underneath my skin | |
laugh at affliction | |
knock but don't you fall in | |
fever in my hands | |
And for the first time | |
in my small world | |
I have touched on greater meaning | |
and for the first time | |
in my small world | |
I have given myself to learning | |
Sail on me sailor | |
from London to Cairo | |
drugged up like fisherman | |
and cast of our halo | |
devil on my back | |
underneath my skin | |
laugh at affliction | |
knock but don't you fall in | |
fever in my hands |
zuo ci : Gazza | |
Down on the seabed | |
crushed by the wave | |
twisted for money | |
born I a slave | |
devil on my back | |
underneath my skin | |
laugh at affliction | |
knock but don' t you fall in | |
fever in my hands | |
And for the first time | |
in my small world | |
I have touched on greater meaning | |
and for the first time | |
in my small world | |
I have given myself to learning | |
There was a freedom | |
hard to define | |
vain and outspoken | |
like no friend of mine | |
devil on my back | |
underneath my skin | |
laugh at affliction | |
knock but don' t you fall in | |
fever in my hands | |
And for the first time | |
in my small world | |
I have touched on greater meaning | |
and for the first time | |
in my small world | |
I have given myself to learning | |
Sail on me sailor | |
from London to Cairo | |
drugged up like fisherman | |
and cast of our halo | |
devil on my back | |
underneath my skin | |
laugh at affliction | |
knock but don' t you fall in | |
fever in my hands |
zuò cí : Gazza | |
Down on the seabed | |
crushed by the wave | |
twisted for money | |
born I a slave | |
devil on my back | |
underneath my skin | |
laugh at affliction | |
knock but don' t you fall in | |
fever in my hands | |
And for the first time | |
in my small world | |
I have touched on greater meaning | |
and for the first time | |
in my small world | |
I have given myself to learning | |
There was a freedom | |
hard to define | |
vain and outspoken | |
like no friend of mine | |
devil on my back | |
underneath my skin | |
laugh at affliction | |
knock but don' t you fall in | |
fever in my hands | |
And for the first time | |
in my small world | |
I have touched on greater meaning | |
and for the first time | |
in my small world | |
I have given myself to learning | |
Sail on me sailor | |
from London to Cairo | |
drugged up like fisherman | |
and cast of our halo | |
devil on my back | |
underneath my skin | |
laugh at affliction | |
knock but don' t you fall in | |
fever in my hands |