Song | Zorro's Ascent |
Artist | Alice Cooper |
Album | Zipper Catches Skin |
作词 : Alice Cooper/Billy O'Dell Steele/Erik Scott/John Nitzinger | |
作曲 : Alice Cooper/Billy O'Dell Steele/Erik Scott/John Nitzinger | |
Zorro lies dying | |
In the Spanish sun | |
All the women crying, | |
Especially the pretty ones | |
He drew his sword... | |
They came with guns | |
Stealing is stealing, | |
I've done lots of that | |
Now reach into my pocket, padre | |
Hide this gold pouch in your hat | |
And let the skinny peons | |
Feed upon the fat | |
It was liberated | |
From some aristocrat, eh? | |
So pray for him father, | |
You need not bother | |
'Cause I am the fox | |
And I go where I want | |
If heaven ignores me | |
The devil adores me | |
Yes, I am the fox | |
And I go where I want | |
Padre, don't it seem | |
Hundred years ago | |
Before I donned the mask | |
I'm Don Diego | |
Now there's only minutes left | |
For the cunning El Zorro | |
Go fetch my sword... my horse | |
I'll ride out death Diablo | |
So pray for him father, | |
You need not bother | |
'Cause I am the fox | |
And I go where I want | |
If heaven ignores me | |
The devil adores me | |
I am the fox | |
And I go where I want | |
Death you're running closer | |
And I can't keep this pace | |
Sir, I'm disadvantaged | |
And should I lose this race | |
Hand to me your deadliest wine | |
I'll give you back a taste | |
Before you burn your mark on me | |
I'll carve mine in your face | |
So pray for him, father | |
You need not bother | |
'Cause I am the fox | |
And I go where I want | |
When Satan annoys me | |
Then heaven employs me | |
'Cause I am the fox | |
And I go where I want to go | |
El Zorro |
zuò cí : Alice Cooper Billy O' Dell Steele Erik Scott John Nitzinger | |
zuò qǔ : Alice Cooper Billy O' Dell Steele Erik Scott John Nitzinger | |
Zorro lies dying | |
In the Spanish sun | |
All the women crying, | |
Especially the pretty ones | |
He drew his sword... | |
They came with guns | |
Stealing is stealing, | |
I' ve done lots of that | |
Now reach into my pocket, padre | |
Hide this gold pouch in your hat | |
And let the skinny peons | |
Feed upon the fat | |
It was liberated | |
From some aristocrat, eh? | |
So pray for him father, | |
You need not bother | |
' Cause I am the fox | |
And I go where I want | |
If heaven ignores me | |
The devil adores me | |
Yes, I am the fox | |
And I go where I want | |
Padre, don' t it seem | |
Hundred years ago | |
Before I donned the mask | |
I' m Don Diego | |
Now there' s only minutes left | |
For the cunning El Zorro | |
Go fetch my sword... my horse | |
I' ll ride out death Diablo | |
So pray for him father, | |
You need not bother | |
' Cause I am the fox | |
And I go where I want | |
If heaven ignores me | |
The devil adores me | |
I am the fox | |
And I go where I want | |
Death you' re running closer | |
And I can' t keep this pace | |
Sir, I' m disadvantaged | |
And should I lose this race | |
Hand to me your deadliest wine | |
I' ll give you back a taste | |
Before you burn your mark on me | |
I' ll carve mine in your face | |
So pray for him, father | |
You need not bother | |
' Cause I am the fox | |
And I go where I want | |
When Satan annoys me | |
Then heaven employs me | |
' Cause I am the fox | |
And I go where I want to go | |
El Zorro |