[00:00.000] 作词 : Nick Younes/Jana Hunter
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Nick Younes/Jana Hunter
[00:16.63]In every generation
[00:24.33]There are those who just don't fit in
[00:32.64]We never asked to be this way
[00:36.73]Born without souls or blood or skin
[00:44.60]We’re young republicans
[00:48.98]The doors are locked, the curtains drawn
[00:52.99]Our silken gloves and bonnets on
[00:58.17]You cannot pass
[01:01.70]You've no appetite
[01:05.09]To taste the burning flesh of men
[01:08.96]A supreme joy no doubt at all
[01:13.27]We lift our heads, we lift our heads
[01:17.08]And see the world is burning
[01:20.81]In every neat and tidy town
[01:28.49]We can't help feel we’ve been let down
[01:36.77]We never asked to be this way
[01:41.16]No spines, no tongues, no fingerprints
[01:48.72]We're young republicans
[01:53.29]The doors are locked and the blinds are drawn
[01:57.38]Our lamb-skin gloves and bonnets on
[02:03.17]You can't pass
[02:06.47]This is just for us
[02:09.75]To taste the burning flesh of men
[02:13.65]The greatest joy there's ever been
[02:17.64]We lift our heads, we lift our heads
[02:21.62]And see the world is burning
[02:41.66]The doors are locked, the curtains drawn
[02:45.77]Our silken gloves and bonnets on
[02:51.84]You cannot pass
[02:54.75]This is all for us
[02:58.13]The doors are locked, the lines are drawn
[03:01.89]Our calfskin gloves and bonnets on
[03:07.59]You can't pass
[03:10.69]You've no appetite
[03:13.99]To taste the burning flesh of men
[03:18.15]The greatest joy there's ever been
[03:22.17]We lift our heads, we lift our heads
[03:25.98]And see the world is burning
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