Song | Julie Laughs No More |
Artist | Candlemass |
Album | Chapter VI |
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作词 : Edlin, Johansson | |
Living through another Cuba | |
it's 1961 again and we are piggy in the middle | |
while war is polishing his drum and peace plays second fiddle | |
Russia and America are at each other's throats | |
but don't you cry | |
just on your knees and pray, and while you're | |
down there, kiss your arse goodbye | |
We're the bulldog on the fence | |
while others play their tennis overhead | |
it's hardly love all and somebody might | |
wind up red or dead | |
pour some oil on the water quick | |
it doesn't really matter where from | |
he love me, he loves me not | |
he's pulling fins from an atom bomb | |
This phenomenon happens every 20 years or so | |
if they're not careful your watch won't be the | |
only thing with a radioactive glow | |
I'll stick my fingers in my ears | |
and hope they make it up before too late | |
if we get through this lot alright | |
they're due for replay, 1998 |
zuo ci : Edlin, Johansson | |
Living through another Cuba | |
it' s 1961 again and we are piggy in the middle | |
while war is polishing his drum and peace plays second fiddle | |
Russia and America are at each other' s throats | |
but don' t you cry | |
just on your knees and pray, and while you' re | |
down there, kiss your arse goodbye | |
We' re the bulldog on the fence | |
while others play their tennis overhead | |
it' s hardly love all and somebody might | |
wind up red or dead | |
pour some oil on the water quick | |
it doesn' t really matter where from | |
he love me, he loves me not | |
he' s pulling fins from an atom bomb | |
This phenomenon happens every 20 years or so | |
if they' re not careful your watch won' t be the | |
only thing with a radioactive glow | |
I' ll stick my fingers in my ears | |
and hope they make it up before too late | |
if we get through this lot alright | |
they' re due for replay, 1998 |
zuò cí : Edlin, Johansson | |
Living through another Cuba | |
it' s 1961 again and we are piggy in the middle | |
while war is polishing his drum and peace plays second fiddle | |
Russia and America are at each other' s throats | |
but don' t you cry | |
just on your knees and pray, and while you' re | |
down there, kiss your arse goodbye | |
We' re the bulldog on the fence | |
while others play their tennis overhead | |
it' s hardly love all and somebody might | |
wind up red or dead | |
pour some oil on the water quick | |
it doesn' t really matter where from | |
he love me, he loves me not | |
he' s pulling fins from an atom bomb | |
This phenomenon happens every 20 years or so | |
if they' re not careful your watch won' t be the | |
only thing with a radioactive glow | |
I' ll stick my fingers in my ears | |
and hope they make it up before too late | |
if we get through this lot alright | |
they' re due for replay, 1998 |