Song | Banned From The Roxy |
Artist | Jeffrey Lewis |
Album | 12 Crass Songs |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Rimbaud | |
Banned from the Roxy...Ok | |
I never much liked playing there anyway | |
They said they only wanted well behaved boys | |
Do they think guitars and microphones are just toys? | |
Well, i've chosen to make my stand | |
Against what I feel is wrong with this land | |
They just sit there on their overfed asses | |
Feeding off the sweat of less fortunate classes | |
They keep their power cos their finger's on the button | |
They got control and won't let it be forgotten | |
The truth of their reality is at the end of a gun | |
The proof is all in history and is no fun | |
Seeing the army in your front yard | |
Seeing the machine guns resting on the fence | |
Finding the entrance to your door is bared | |
And they got the nerve to call back defence | |
Seems their defence is a just the threat of strength | |
Protection for the privileged at any length | |
The government protecting their profits from the poor | |
The rich and the fortunate chaining up the door | |
Afraid that the people may ask for a little bit more | |
Than the shit they get, the shit they get, the shit they get, | |
The shit they get. | |
Defence it's nothing less than war | |
And no one but the government knows what it's for | |
Oh yes they say it's defence, say it's decency | |
Mai Lai, Hiroshima, know what I mean? | |
The same lies with depressing frequency | |
They say "We had to do it to keep our lives clean" | |
Well whose life? Who are they talking to? | |
I'll tell you one thing, it ain't me and you | |
And their systems, christ, they're everywhere | |
School, army, church, the corporation deal | |
Our reality based on fear | |
A conspiracy to stop you feeling real | |
But they're wrong | |
I'd say they're wrong | |
I swear they're wrong | |
I know they're wrong | |
I ain't quite ready with my gun | |
But we've always got our song | |
So i've been | |
Banned from the Roxy, Ok | |
Never much like playing there anyways |
zuo qu : Rimbaud | |
Banned from the Roxy... Ok | |
I never much liked playing there anyway | |
They said they only wanted well behaved boys | |
Do they think guitars and microphones are just toys? | |
Well, i' ve chosen to make my stand | |
Against what I feel is wrong with this land | |
They just sit there on their overfed asses | |
Feeding off the sweat of less fortunate classes | |
They keep their power cos their finger' s on the button | |
They got control and won' t let it be forgotten | |
The truth of their reality is at the end of a gun | |
The proof is all in history and is no fun | |
Seeing the army in your front yard | |
Seeing the machine guns resting on the fence | |
Finding the entrance to your door is bared | |
And they got the nerve to call back defence | |
Seems their defence is a just the threat of strength | |
Protection for the privileged at any length | |
The government protecting their profits from the poor | |
The rich and the fortunate chaining up the door | |
Afraid that the people may ask for a little bit more | |
Than the shit they get, the shit they get, the shit they get, | |
The shit they get. | |
Defence it' s nothing less than war | |
And no one but the government knows what it' s for | |
Oh yes they say it' s defence, say it' s decency | |
Mai Lai, Hiroshima, know what I mean? | |
The same lies with depressing frequency | |
They say " We had to do it to keep our lives clean" | |
Well whose life? Who are they talking to? | |
I' ll tell you one thing, it ain' t me and you | |
And their systems, christ, they' re everywhere | |
School, army, church, the corporation deal | |
Our reality based on fear | |
A conspiracy to stop you feeling real | |
But they' re wrong | |
I' d say they' re wrong | |
I swear they' re wrong | |
I know they' re wrong | |
I ain' t quite ready with my gun | |
But we' ve always got our song | |
So i' ve been | |
Banned from the Roxy, Ok | |
Never much like playing there anyways |
zuò qǔ : Rimbaud | |
Banned from the Roxy... Ok | |
I never much liked playing there anyway | |
They said they only wanted well behaved boys | |
Do they think guitars and microphones are just toys? | |
Well, i' ve chosen to make my stand | |
Against what I feel is wrong with this land | |
They just sit there on their overfed asses | |
Feeding off the sweat of less fortunate classes | |
They keep their power cos their finger' s on the button | |
They got control and won' t let it be forgotten | |
The truth of their reality is at the end of a gun | |
The proof is all in history and is no fun | |
Seeing the army in your front yard | |
Seeing the machine guns resting on the fence | |
Finding the entrance to your door is bared | |
And they got the nerve to call back defence | |
Seems their defence is a just the threat of strength | |
Protection for the privileged at any length | |
The government protecting their profits from the poor | |
The rich and the fortunate chaining up the door | |
Afraid that the people may ask for a little bit more | |
Than the shit they get, the shit they get, the shit they get, | |
The shit they get. | |
Defence it' s nothing less than war | |
And no one but the government knows what it' s for | |
Oh yes they say it' s defence, say it' s decency | |
Mai Lai, Hiroshima, know what I mean? | |
The same lies with depressing frequency | |
They say " We had to do it to keep our lives clean" | |
Well whose life? Who are they talking to? | |
I' ll tell you one thing, it ain' t me and you | |
And their systems, christ, they' re everywhere | |
School, army, church, the corporation deal | |
Our reality based on fear | |
A conspiracy to stop you feeling real | |
But they' re wrong | |
I' d say they' re wrong | |
I swear they' re wrong | |
I know they' re wrong | |
I ain' t quite ready with my gun | |
But we' ve always got our song | |
So i' ve been | |
Banned from the Roxy, Ok | |
Never much like playing there anyways |