Song | On With The Song |
Artist | Mary Chapin Carpenter |
Album | The Calling |
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作词 : Carpenter | |
This isn't for the ones who blindly follow | |
Jingoistic bumper stickers telling you | |
To love it or leave it and you'd better love | |
JesusAnd get out of the way of the | |
Red, White and | |
BlueThis isn't for the ones who buy their six-packs | |
At the 7-Eleven where the clerk makes change | |
Whose accent makes clear he sure ain't from here | |
They call him a camel jockey instead of his name | |
No, this is for the ones who stand their ground | |
When the lines in the sand get deeper | |
When the whole world seems to be upside down | |
And the shots being taken get cheaper, cheaper | |
This isn't for the ones who would gladly swallow | |
Everything their leader would have them know | |
Bowing and kissing while the truth goes missing"Bring it on," he crows, putting on his big show | |
This isn't for the man who can't count the bodies | |
Can't comfort the families, can't say when he's wrong | |
Playing 'I'm the decider' like some sort of | |
MessiahWhile another day passes and a hundred souls gone | |
No, this is for the ones who stand their ground | |
When the lines in the sand get deeper | |
When the whole world seems to be upside down | |
And the shots being taken get cheaper, cheaper | |
This is for the ones that | |
I see above me | |
Three little stars in a great big sky | |
Light for the world and hope for the weary, they say | |
This isn't for the ones with their radio signal | |
Calling for bonfires and boycotts, they rave | |
Exhorting their listeners to spit on the sinners | |
While counting the bucks of advertising, they'll say | |
This isn't for you and you know who you are | |
So just do what you want 'cause | |
I know that you can | |
But I gotta be true to myself and to you | |
So on with the song, | |
I don't give a damn |
zuo ci : Carpenter | |
This isn' t for the ones who blindly follow | |
Jingoistic bumper stickers telling you | |
To love it or leave it and you' d better love | |
JesusAnd get out of the way of the | |
Red, White and | |
BlueThis isn' t for the ones who buy their sixpacks | |
At the 7Eleven where the clerk makes change | |
Whose accent makes clear he sure ain' t from here | |
They call him a camel jockey instead of his name | |
No, this is for the ones who stand their ground | |
When the lines in the sand get deeper | |
When the whole world seems to be upside down | |
And the shots being taken get cheaper, cheaper | |
This isn' t for the ones who would gladly swallow | |
Everything their leader would have them know | |
Bowing and kissing while the truth goes missing" Bring it on," he crows, putting on his big show | |
This isn' t for the man who can' t count the bodies | |
Can' t comfort the families, can' t say when he' s wrong | |
Playing ' I' m the decider' like some sort of | |
MessiahWhile another day passes and a hundred souls gone | |
No, this is for the ones who stand their ground | |
When the lines in the sand get deeper | |
When the whole world seems to be upside down | |
And the shots being taken get cheaper, cheaper | |
This is for the ones that | |
I see above me | |
Three little stars in a great big sky | |
Light for the world and hope for the weary, they say | |
This isn' t for the ones with their radio signal | |
Calling for bonfires and boycotts, they rave | |
Exhorting their listeners to spit on the sinners | |
While counting the bucks of advertising, they' ll say | |
This isn' t for you and you know who you are | |
So just do what you want ' cause | |
I know that you can | |
But I gotta be true to myself and to you | |
So on with the song, | |
I don' t give a damn |
zuò cí : Carpenter | |
This isn' t for the ones who blindly follow | |
Jingoistic bumper stickers telling you | |
To love it or leave it and you' d better love | |
JesusAnd get out of the way of the | |
Red, White and | |
BlueThis isn' t for the ones who buy their sixpacks | |
At the 7Eleven where the clerk makes change | |
Whose accent makes clear he sure ain' t from here | |
They call him a camel jockey instead of his name | |
No, this is for the ones who stand their ground | |
When the lines in the sand get deeper | |
When the whole world seems to be upside down | |
And the shots being taken get cheaper, cheaper | |
This isn' t for the ones who would gladly swallow | |
Everything their leader would have them know | |
Bowing and kissing while the truth goes missing" Bring it on," he crows, putting on his big show | |
This isn' t for the man who can' t count the bodies | |
Can' t comfort the families, can' t say when he' s wrong | |
Playing ' I' m the decider' like some sort of | |
MessiahWhile another day passes and a hundred souls gone | |
No, this is for the ones who stand their ground | |
When the lines in the sand get deeper | |
When the whole world seems to be upside down | |
And the shots being taken get cheaper, cheaper | |
This is for the ones that | |
I see above me | |
Three little stars in a great big sky | |
Light for the world and hope for the weary, they say | |
This isn' t for the ones with their radio signal | |
Calling for bonfires and boycotts, they rave | |
Exhorting their listeners to spit on the sinners | |
While counting the bucks of advertising, they' ll say | |
This isn' t for you and you know who you are | |
So just do what you want ' cause | |
I know that you can | |
But I gotta be true to myself and to you | |
So on with the song, | |
I don' t give a damn |