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. |