Song | february war |
Artist | Rabbit Junk |
Album | Reframe |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Anderson | |
Standing on the curb, wasting my life, wait for a bus | |
The 36 was full the 13 was late, | |
I think I've had enough | |
Standing in the corr, that seat was mine, | |
I said what the fuck | |
Pray to the gods they show me pity and beam me up, but | |
I know I'm stuck so | |
I read my book | |
I wish for better, better luck! | |
Who are these people, what are these customs, what is this language, | |
I don’t understand | |
I feel the battle rage, | |
I feel the steel in my hands, | |
I feel the wind on my face, | |
I am not of this | |
Thank you god, for making me an alien, thank you god, for making me alright, thank you god, for making me an alien, thank you god, for making me alright | |
I finally got myself a seat, by the homeless guy, who been smoking crack, | |
He said his name was | |
Phil and this was the bus he’s gonna hi-jack, | |
I had to ask would it be too much to drive me home, he said where to | |
I didn’t know because | |
I've never ever known. | |
Who are these people? | |
I don’t understand! | |
I feel the battle rage, | |
I feel the steel in my hands, | |
I feel the wind on my face, | |
I am not of this | |
Thank you god, for making me an alien, thank you god, for making me alright, thank you god, for making me an alien, thank you god, for making me alright | |
I feel the battle rage, | |
I feel the steel in my hands, | |
I feel the wind on my face, | |
I am not of this land | |
I feel the battle rage, | |
I feel the steel in my hands, | |
I feel the wind on my face, | |
I am not of this! | |
Thank you god, for making me an alien, thank you god for making me alright, thank you god, for making me an alien, thank you god, for making me alright | |
Yea eh eh eh, | |
GO! |
zuo qu : Anderson | |
Standing on the curb, wasting my life, wait for a bus | |
The 36 was full the 13 was late, | |
I think I' ve had enough | |
Standing in the corr, that seat was mine, | |
I said what the fuck | |
Pray to the gods they show me pity and beam me up, but | |
I know I' m stuck so | |
I read my book | |
I wish for better, better luck! | |
Who are these people, what are these customs, what is this language, | |
I don' t understand | |
I feel the battle rage, | |
I feel the steel in my hands, | |
I feel the wind on my face, | |
I am not of this | |
Thank you god, for making me an alien, thank you god, for making me alright, thank you god, for making me an alien, thank you god, for making me alright | |
I finally got myself a seat, by the homeless guy, who been smoking crack, | |
He said his name was | |
Phil and this was the bus he' s gonna hijack, | |
I had to ask would it be too much to drive me home, he said where to | |
I didn' t know because | |
I' ve never ever known. | |
Who are these people? | |
I don' t understand! | |
I feel the battle rage, | |
I feel the steel in my hands, | |
I feel the wind on my face, | |
I am not of this | |
Thank you god, for making me an alien, thank you god, for making me alright, thank you god, for making me an alien, thank you god, for making me alright | |
I feel the battle rage, | |
I feel the steel in my hands, | |
I feel the wind on my face, | |
I am not of this land | |
I feel the battle rage, | |
I feel the steel in my hands, | |
I feel the wind on my face, | |
I am not of this! | |
Thank you god, for making me an alien, thank you god for making me alright, thank you god, for making me an alien, thank you god, for making me alright | |
Yea eh eh eh, | |
GO! |
zuò qǔ : Anderson | |
Standing on the curb, wasting my life, wait for a bus | |
The 36 was full the 13 was late, | |
I think I' ve had enough | |
Standing in the corr, that seat was mine, | |
I said what the fuck | |
Pray to the gods they show me pity and beam me up, but | |
I know I' m stuck so | |
I read my book | |
I wish for better, better luck! | |
Who are these people, what are these customs, what is this language, | |
I don' t understand | |
I feel the battle rage, | |
I feel the steel in my hands, | |
I feel the wind on my face, | |
I am not of this | |
Thank you god, for making me an alien, thank you god, for making me alright, thank you god, for making me an alien, thank you god, for making me alright | |
I finally got myself a seat, by the homeless guy, who been smoking crack, | |
He said his name was | |
Phil and this was the bus he' s gonna hijack, | |
I had to ask would it be too much to drive me home, he said where to | |
I didn' t know because | |
I' ve never ever known. | |
Who are these people? | |
I don' t understand! | |
I feel the battle rage, | |
I feel the steel in my hands, | |
I feel the wind on my face, | |
I am not of this | |
Thank you god, for making me an alien, thank you god, for making me alright, thank you god, for making me an alien, thank you god, for making me alright | |
I feel the battle rage, | |
I feel the steel in my hands, | |
I feel the wind on my face, | |
I am not of this land | |
I feel the battle rage, | |
I feel the steel in my hands, | |
I feel the wind on my face, | |
I am not of this! | |
Thank you god, for making me an alien, thank you god for making me alright, thank you god, for making me an alien, thank you god, for making me alright | |
Yea eh eh eh, | |
GO! |