Song | Turncoat Revolution |
Artist | Hot Cross |
Album | Risk Revival |
作曲 : Boland, Drudy, Smith, Werner | |
Behold the youth, come down the pipe | |
All worked up, all spent up, all faces turned up | |
Overdone | |
I never met a traitor I didn't like | |
Never criticized a turncoat written off in spite | |
Caught up on robbing Peter to pay Paul | |
Obsessively stabbing Achilles to kill it all | |
Jump on board and feel what I've confessed | |
The small bus is leaving and will never be blessed | |
Pissed up the same flagpole once too many times | |
Blood on my shoes makes light of death and we mock the crime | |
Behold the youth. Sad again | |
Hair all fucked, with black eyes but untouched | |
Behold my own part. Unaware of where we start | |
But you've given up on giving back, and frankly I miss your heart | |
But I could care less, I behold their resources | |
They get so far, and cause so much stress | |
Behold our turncoat revolution that's doomed | |
Step one, a step undone | |
Behold our lifelong manifesto of failure assumed |
zuò qǔ : Boland, Drudy, Smith, Werner | |
Behold the youth, come down the pipe | |
All worked up, all spent up, all faces turned up | |
Overdone | |
I never met a traitor I didn' t like | |
Never criticized a turncoat written off in spite | |
Caught up on robbing Peter to pay Paul | |
Obsessively stabbing Achilles to kill it all | |
Jump on board and feel what I' ve confessed | |
The small bus is leaving and will never be blessed | |
Pissed up the same flagpole once too many times | |
Blood on my shoes makes light of death and we mock the crime | |
Behold the youth. Sad again | |
Hair all fucked, with black eyes but untouched | |
Behold my own part. Unaware of where we start | |
But you' ve given up on giving back, and frankly I miss your heart | |
But I could care less, I behold their resources | |
They get so far, and cause so much stress | |
Behold our turncoat revolution that' s doomed | |
Step one, a step undone | |
Behold our lifelong manifesto of failure assumed |