| Song | Protest Song '68 |
| Artist | Refused |
| Album | The Shape Of Punk To Come |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Refused | |
| To sing you must first open your mouth | |
| You must have a pair of lungs and a little knowledge of music | |
| It is not necessary to have an accordion, or a guitar | |
| The essential thing is that | |
| I want to sing | |
| Then this is a song, | |
| I'm singing | |
| I breathe in and | |
| I createRevoke the spirit '68 | |
| Fresh meaning to torn ideas | |
| Let's bring life to old clichés | |
| Punch a hole in tradition, yeah | |
| Let's listen to the songs of discontent | |
| To the chords and the movement | |
| To the chords and the movement | |
| It could all be so simple | |
| We would all stand baffled by the precision and accuracy | |
| Our jaws would hurt from dropping so hard, fast and unexpectedly | |
| It would be the perfect metaphor | |
| Be the perfect song we'd be singing | |
| I breathe out and | |
| I screamRevoke | |
| Malatesta's dream | |
| Inspiration from the past | |
| Focus to the future at last | |
| Fixed dogmas can't substitute | |
| Creative thoughts and action | |
| It could be dangerous | |
| Art as a real threat | |
| All it is, is words | |
| Words said a million times before | |
| All it is, is a song | |
| A song sung a million times before | |
| I breathe in, | |
| I createRevoke the spirit '68 | |
| I breathe out, | |
| I screamRevoke | |
| Malatesta's dream |
| zuo qu : Refused | |
| To sing you must first open your mouth | |
| You must have a pair of lungs and a little knowledge of music | |
| It is not necessary to have an accordion, or a guitar | |
| The essential thing is that | |
| I want to sing | |
| Then this is a song, | |
| I' m singing | |
| I breathe in and | |
| I createRevoke the spirit ' 68 | |
| Fresh meaning to torn ideas | |
| Let' s bring life to old cliche s | |
| Punch a hole in tradition, yeah | |
| Let' s listen to the songs of discontent | |
| To the chords and the movement | |
| To the chords and the movement | |
| It could all be so simple | |
| We would all stand baffled by the precision and accuracy | |
| Our jaws would hurt from dropping so hard, fast and unexpectedly | |
| It would be the perfect metaphor | |
| Be the perfect song we' d be singing | |
| I breathe out and | |
| I screamRevoke | |
| Malatesta' s dream | |
| Inspiration from the past | |
| Focus to the future at last | |
| Fixed dogmas can' t substitute | |
| Creative thoughts and action | |
| It could be dangerous | |
| Art as a real threat | |
| All it is, is words | |
| Words said a million times before | |
| All it is, is a song | |
| A song sung a million times before | |
| I breathe in, | |
| I createRevoke the spirit ' 68 | |
| I breathe out, | |
| I screamRevoke | |
| Malatesta' s dream |
| zuò qǔ : Refused | |
| To sing you must first open your mouth | |
| You must have a pair of lungs and a little knowledge of music | |
| It is not necessary to have an accordion, or a guitar | |
| The essential thing is that | |
| I want to sing | |
| Then this is a song, | |
| I' m singing | |
| I breathe in and | |
| I createRevoke the spirit ' 68 | |
| Fresh meaning to torn ideas | |
| Let' s bring life to old cliché s | |
| Punch a hole in tradition, yeah | |
| Let' s listen to the songs of discontent | |
| To the chords and the movement | |
| To the chords and the movement | |
| It could all be so simple | |
| We would all stand baffled by the precision and accuracy | |
| Our jaws would hurt from dropping so hard, fast and unexpectedly | |
| It would be the perfect metaphor | |
| Be the perfect song we' d be singing | |
| I breathe out and | |
| I screamRevoke | |
| Malatesta' s dream | |
| Inspiration from the past | |
| Focus to the future at last | |
| Fixed dogmas can' t substitute | |
| Creative thoughts and action | |
| It could be dangerous | |
| Art as a real threat | |
| All it is, is words | |
| Words said a million times before | |
| All it is, is a song | |
| A song sung a million times before | |
| I breathe in, | |
| I createRevoke the spirit ' 68 | |
| I breathe out, | |
| I screamRevoke | |
| Malatesta' s dream |