Song | Voice Of The Poor |
Artist | Jaya the Cat |
Album | More Late Night Transmissions With... |
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作曲 : Lagadec, Londoño | |
And when you said it was gonna be all-rightwe almost believed you | |
It's the voice of the poor | |
In a dying land | |
The drunk and the drugged and the damned | |
Emergency broadcast | |
Straight out of babylon system | |
As the night comes in | |
It's the voice of the poor | |
In a dying land | |
The drunk and the drugged and the damnedand it seems like sometimesthat you're never gonna winand it all comes apart in the end | |
Punch the clock and you suffer in silence | |
Night's marked on the barstool spell out your sentence | |
The table's fixed, take what you can get | |
They cup your drinks while they steal your chips | |
It's just a hand-out given with a fist | |
Forced inoculation from self-improvement | |
Sometimes you take just what you can get | |
And if you rock the boat only you get wet | |
You want answers, so the fuck do | |
IYou got problems, get the fuck in line | |
And this world seems wicked and unpure | |
And everyday you wake up it's just | |
It's the voice of the poor | |
In a dying land | |
The drunk and the drugged and the damned | |
Live and direct through the radio silence | |
Loud into the emptynessand as the rain falls over the faithless | |
I know there's a way but | |
I just can't explain itnothing to offer, nothing to givehappiness in this world is so goddamn expensive | |
Lockdown the borders but the lines stay open | |
Mainframe is hacked and the code is broken | |
Shots ring out in the financial district | |
As the words of the prophets are twisted | |
They die for your sins but the bills keep coming in | |
And it's never gonna end | |
It's the voice of the poor | |
In a dying land | |
The drunk and the drugged and the damned | |
Emergency broadcast | |
Straight out of babylon system | |
As the night comes in | |
It's the voice of the poor | |
And when you said it was gonna be all-rightwe almost believed you |
zuo qu : Lagadec, Londo o | |
And when you said it was gonna be allrightwe almost believed you | |
It' s the voice of the poor | |
In a dying land | |
The drunk and the drugged and the damned | |
Emergency broadcast | |
Straight out of babylon system | |
As the night comes in | |
It' s the voice of the poor | |
In a dying land | |
The drunk and the drugged and the damnedand it seems like sometimesthat you' re never gonna winand it all comes apart in the end | |
Punch the clock and you suffer in silence | |
Night' s marked on the barstool spell out your sentence | |
The table' s fixed, take what you can get | |
They cup your drinks while they steal your chips | |
It' s just a handout given with a fist | |
Forced inoculation from selfimprovement | |
Sometimes you take just what you can get | |
And if you rock the boat only you get wet | |
You want answers, so the fuck do | |
IYou got problems, get the fuck in line | |
And this world seems wicked and unpure | |
And everyday you wake up it' s just | |
It' s the voice of the poor | |
In a dying land | |
The drunk and the drugged and the damned | |
Live and direct through the radio silence | |
Loud into the emptynessand as the rain falls over the faithless | |
I know there' s a way but | |
I just can' t explain itnothing to offer, nothing to givehappiness in this world is so goddamn expensive | |
Lockdown the borders but the lines stay open | |
Mainframe is hacked and the code is broken | |
Shots ring out in the financial district | |
As the words of the prophets are twisted | |
They die for your sins but the bills keep coming in | |
And it' s never gonna end | |
It' s the voice of the poor | |
In a dying land | |
The drunk and the drugged and the damned | |
Emergency broadcast | |
Straight out of babylon system | |
As the night comes in | |
It' s the voice of the poor | |
And when you said it was gonna be allrightwe almost believed you |
zuò qǔ : Lagadec, Londo o | |
And when you said it was gonna be allrightwe almost believed you | |
It' s the voice of the poor | |
In a dying land | |
The drunk and the drugged and the damned | |
Emergency broadcast | |
Straight out of babylon system | |
As the night comes in | |
It' s the voice of the poor | |
In a dying land | |
The drunk and the drugged and the damnedand it seems like sometimesthat you' re never gonna winand it all comes apart in the end | |
Punch the clock and you suffer in silence | |
Night' s marked on the barstool spell out your sentence | |
The table' s fixed, take what you can get | |
They cup your drinks while they steal your chips | |
It' s just a handout given with a fist | |
Forced inoculation from selfimprovement | |
Sometimes you take just what you can get | |
And if you rock the boat only you get wet | |
You want answers, so the fuck do | |
IYou got problems, get the fuck in line | |
And this world seems wicked and unpure | |
And everyday you wake up it' s just | |
It' s the voice of the poor | |
In a dying land | |
The drunk and the drugged and the damned | |
Live and direct through the radio silence | |
Loud into the emptynessand as the rain falls over the faithless | |
I know there' s a way but | |
I just can' t explain itnothing to offer, nothing to givehappiness in this world is so goddamn expensive | |
Lockdown the borders but the lines stay open | |
Mainframe is hacked and the code is broken | |
Shots ring out in the financial district | |
As the words of the prophets are twisted | |
They die for your sins but the bills keep coming in | |
And it' s never gonna end | |
It' s the voice of the poor | |
In a dying land | |
The drunk and the drugged and the damned | |
Emergency broadcast | |
Straight out of babylon system | |
As the night comes in | |
It' s the voice of the poor | |
And when you said it was gonna be allrightwe almost believed you |