Song | The Ale House Braves - Album Version (Explicit) |
Artist | Orange Goblin |
Album | Healing Through Fire |
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作词 : Hoare, Millard, Turner, Ward | |
Take your fancy potions and your royal old wives | |
Tell the ale-house braves they better run for their lives | |
Have you seen the children with the blood on their hands? | |
Have you heard about the terror spreading through the land? ' | |
Cos the god you pray to sees the sinners and saints | |
But he doesn't give a damn about the people he taints | |
See the hounds of | |
Fleet Street in their tatters and rags | |
Selling false premonitions for a penny a bag | |
All the lords and ladies with their diamonds and pearls | |
Throwing stones in glass houses, not a care in the world | |
Take your fancy crystals and your fossilised bone | |
Tell the ale-house braves the devil's gauntlet is thrown | |
Belly full of whiskey and a pocket full of rope | |
No fear in dying when you've lost your only hope | |
The searchers round on you before your final breath | |
Essence of life surrenders in the face of death | |
Adverse repulsion seems to drive you to the grave | |
No hearts on fire can persuade you to be saved | |
Blood-sucking leeches have grown bigger in the sun | |
The roses on the stone tell what you have become | |
Take your fancy potions and your royal old wives | |
Tell the ale-house braves they better pray for their lives |
zuo ci : Hoare, Millard, Turner, Ward | |
Take your fancy potions and your royal old wives | |
Tell the alehouse braves they better run for their lives | |
Have you seen the children with the blood on their hands? | |
Have you heard about the terror spreading through the land? ' | |
Cos the god you pray to sees the sinners and saints | |
But he doesn' t give a damn about the people he taints | |
See the hounds of | |
Fleet Street in their tatters and rags | |
Selling false premonitions for a penny a bag | |
All the lords and ladies with their diamonds and pearls | |
Throwing stones in glass houses, not a care in the world | |
Take your fancy crystals and your fossilised bone | |
Tell the alehouse braves the devil' s gauntlet is thrown | |
Belly full of whiskey and a pocket full of rope | |
No fear in dying when you' ve lost your only hope | |
The searchers round on you before your final breath | |
Essence of life surrenders in the face of death | |
Adverse repulsion seems to drive you to the grave | |
No hearts on fire can persuade you to be saved | |
Bloodsucking leeches have grown bigger in the sun | |
The roses on the stone tell what you have become | |
Take your fancy potions and your royal old wives | |
Tell the alehouse braves they better pray for their lives |
zuò cí : Hoare, Millard, Turner, Ward | |
Take your fancy potions and your royal old wives | |
Tell the alehouse braves they better run for their lives | |
Have you seen the children with the blood on their hands? | |
Have you heard about the terror spreading through the land? ' | |
Cos the god you pray to sees the sinners and saints | |
But he doesn' t give a damn about the people he taints | |
See the hounds of | |
Fleet Street in their tatters and rags | |
Selling false premonitions for a penny a bag | |
All the lords and ladies with their diamonds and pearls | |
Throwing stones in glass houses, not a care in the world | |
Take your fancy crystals and your fossilised bone | |
Tell the alehouse braves the devil' s gauntlet is thrown | |
Belly full of whiskey and a pocket full of rope | |
No fear in dying when you' ve lost your only hope | |
The searchers round on you before your final breath | |
Essence of life surrenders in the face of death | |
Adverse repulsion seems to drive you to the grave | |
No hearts on fire can persuade you to be saved | |
Bloodsucking leeches have grown bigger in the sun | |
The roses on the stone tell what you have become | |
Take your fancy potions and your royal old wives | |
Tell the alehouse braves they better pray for their lives |