Sell, Sell, Sell

	作词 : Gray
	I beg to differ
	To break the chain
	To draw a line right through
	Tomorrow
	And cancel every claim
	I've seen reflections
	Beneath my skin
	And drums beating for battle
	In the eyes of children
	And turning it over
	Right down
	Where the eye don't see no colour
	Where the war don't make a sound
	Ice on the shoulder
	Noel
	Praise the lord above
	And sell sell sell
	Oh violent flowers
	You fill the screen
	Betray your mother
	And change your name
	So tall and fickle
	And blind as snow
	Running headfirst for oblivion
	Cause you've nowhere else to go
	And turning it over
	Right down
	Where the eye don't see no colour
	Where the war don't make a sound
	Ice on the shoulder
	Noel
	Praise the lord above
	And sell sell sell
	In chill of winter
	In dead of night
	Each so familiar with the hunger
	That they got no appetite
	They talk of loving
	I hear her say
	That as fast as i can give it
	He's taking it away
	And turning it over
	Right down
	Where the eye don't see no colour
	Where the war don't make a sound
	Ice on the shoulder
	Noel
	Praise the lord above
	And sell sell sell
	And turning it over
	Right down
	Where the eye don't see no colour
	Where the war don't make a sound
	Ice on the shoulder
	Noel
	Praise the lord above
	And sell sell sell
	A weeping willow
	The desert wind
	So many learn to swallow
	So few to understand
	The deepest longing
	This cup of faith
	Where to put them in a world
	Where no innocence is safe

	zuò cí : Gray
	I beg to differ
	To break the chain
	To draw a line right through
	Tomorrow
	And cancel every claim
	I' ve seen reflections
	Beneath my skin
	And drums beating for battle
	In the eyes of children
	And turning it over
	Right down
	Where the eye don' t see no colour
	Where the war don' t make a sound
	Ice on the shoulder
	Noel
	Praise the lord above
	And sell sell sell
	Oh violent flowers
	You fill the screen
	Betray your mother
	And change your name
	So tall and fickle
	And blind as snow
	Running headfirst for oblivion
	Cause you' ve nowhere else to go
	And turning it over
	Right down
	Where the eye don' t see no colour
	Where the war don' t make a sound
	Ice on the shoulder
	Noel
	Praise the lord above
	And sell sell sell
	In chill of winter
	In dead of night
	Each so familiar with the hunger
	That they got no appetite
	They talk of loving
	I hear her say
	That as fast as i can give it
	He' s taking it away
	And turning it over
	Right down
	Where the eye don' t see no colour
	Where the war don' t make a sound
	Ice on the shoulder
	Noel
	Praise the lord above
	And sell sell sell
	And turning it over
	Right down
	Where the eye don' t see no colour
	Where the war don' t make a sound
	Ice on the shoulder
	Noel
	Praise the lord above
	And sell sell sell
	A weeping willow
	The desert wind
	So many learn to swallow
	So few to understand
	The deepest longing
	This cup of faith
	Where to put them in a world
	Where no innocence is safe