Song | Guilty Of Innocence |
Artist | Death Angel |
Album | Frolic Through The Park |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Cavestany | |
No choice | |
I had to do it | |
Or else it was my ass on the floor | |
I had to even up the score | |
So I shot down the bloody | |
Now I have to face my destiny | |
No hope for me in a biased society [Chorus] | |
Sinner - I'm innocent | |
Repent - So sorry | |
Die - No please | |
Guilty of innocence | |
My only crime was being at the scene | |
All fingers point at me | |
Things aren't as they seem [Chorus] | |
Here I sit and wonder why | |
You constantly must classify | |
The way I think | |
The way I look | |
But I don't really give a ' | |
Cause you don't mean a thing to me | |
And this is what | |
I fail to see | |
Now I have to go to jail ' | |
Cause I can't afford the bail | |
Judge and jury sure they were fair | |
Laughing as they cut my hair [Chorus] |
zuo ci : Cavestany | |
No choice | |
I had to do it | |
Or else it was my ass on the floor | |
I had to even up the score | |
So I shot down the bloody | |
Now I have to face my destiny | |
No hope for me in a biased society Chorus | |
Sinner I' m innocent | |
Repent So sorry | |
Die No please | |
Guilty of innocence | |
My only crime was being at the scene | |
All fingers point at me | |
Things aren' t as they seem Chorus | |
Here I sit and wonder why | |
You constantly must classify | |
The way I think | |
The way I look | |
But I don' t really give a ' | |
Cause you don' t mean a thing to me | |
And this is what | |
I fail to see | |
Now I have to go to jail ' | |
Cause I can' t afford the bail | |
Judge and jury sure they were fair | |
Laughing as they cut my hair Chorus |
zuò cí : Cavestany | |
No choice | |
I had to do it | |
Or else it was my ass on the floor | |
I had to even up the score | |
So I shot down the bloody | |
Now I have to face my destiny | |
No hope for me in a biased society Chorus | |
Sinner I' m innocent | |
Repent So sorry | |
Die No please | |
Guilty of innocence | |
My only crime was being at the scene | |
All fingers point at me | |
Things aren' t as they seem Chorus | |
Here I sit and wonder why | |
You constantly must classify | |
The way I think | |
The way I look | |
But I don' t really give a ' | |
Cause you don' t mean a thing to me | |
And this is what | |
I fail to see | |
Now I have to go to jail ' | |
Cause I can' t afford the bail | |
Judge and jury sure they were fair | |
Laughing as they cut my hair Chorus |