| Song | The Trench |
| Artist | Chuck Ragan |
| Album | Gold Country |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Ragan | |
| Looked into the sky, walked another mile. | |
| Watching snowfall take its time to the ground, | |
| To bury this town. | |
| Yeah, one step at a time walking on the line. | |
| Laid in the dirt of the pigs, | |
| The saints and the clowns know 'em all too well. | |
| Yeah, we already made our bed to lay our head to rest. | |
| And we drove every nail in that old coffin for the trench. | |
| Looked into the sky, walked another mile. | |
| Cutting losses till my arm's dead tired. | |
| Nothing to admire. | |
| Yeah, one step at a time walking on the line. | |
| Cut through the thick and thin on the way to hell, | |
| Know it all to well. | |
| Yeah, we already made our bed to lay our head to rest. | |
| And we drove every nail of that old coffin for the trench. | |
| Yeah, we already made our bed to lay our head to rest. | |
| And we drove every nail of that old coffin for the trench. |
| zuo qu : Ragan | |
| Looked into the sky, walked another mile. | |
| Watching snowfall take its time to the ground, | |
| To bury this town. | |
| Yeah, one step at a time walking on the line. | |
| Laid in the dirt of the pigs, | |
| The saints and the clowns know ' em all too well. | |
| Yeah, we already made our bed to lay our head to rest. | |
| And we drove every nail in that old coffin for the trench. | |
| Looked into the sky, walked another mile. | |
| Cutting losses till my arm' s dead tired. | |
| Nothing to admire. | |
| Yeah, one step at a time walking on the line. | |
| Cut through the thick and thin on the way to hell, | |
| Know it all to well. | |
| Yeah, we already made our bed to lay our head to rest. | |
| And we drove every nail of that old coffin for the trench. | |
| Yeah, we already made our bed to lay our head to rest. | |
| And we drove every nail of that old coffin for the trench. |
| zuò qǔ : Ragan | |
| Looked into the sky, walked another mile. | |
| Watching snowfall take its time to the ground, | |
| To bury this town. | |
| Yeah, one step at a time walking on the line. | |
| Laid in the dirt of the pigs, | |
| The saints and the clowns know ' em all too well. | |
| Yeah, we already made our bed to lay our head to rest. | |
| And we drove every nail in that old coffin for the trench. | |
| Looked into the sky, walked another mile. | |
| Cutting losses till my arm' s dead tired. | |
| Nothing to admire. | |
| Yeah, one step at a time walking on the line. | |
| Cut through the thick and thin on the way to hell, | |
| Know it all to well. | |
| Yeah, we already made our bed to lay our head to rest. | |
| And we drove every nail of that old coffin for the trench. | |
| Yeah, we already made our bed to lay our head to rest. | |
| And we drove every nail of that old coffin for the trench. |