Song | Huge Gold AK-47 |
Artist | The Blood Brothers |
Album | Young Machetes |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Blood Brothers | |
those decadent war swans, with faces half drawn, | |
slinging blood soaked carols at the slave ship sun. | |
huge gold ak-47! | |
huge gold ak-47! | |
c'mon, its 4am kick down the gate and spray your ammo like champagne. | |
tie up your waterfalls and throw them in the trunk! | |
in pitch-black basements, starve your summer suns. | |
toast another day of domination. | |
toast another day of demolition. | |
100 million dollar sound systems squeal your name's pouding rhythms. | |
huge gold ak-47! | |
huge gold ak-47! | |
you're alone, handcuffed to a picked-clean bone, and your skull echoes... | |
we'll take what the **** we want! | |
pluck your landscapes piece by piece. | |
we'll take what the **** we want! | |
songs of your youth beat by beat. | |
we'll take what the **** we want! | |
wipe the color from your scenery. | |
we'll take what the **** we want! | |
suck your seasons indefinitely. | |
oh, there's a field inside your face with breezes sweet as chardonnay, | |
violins dangling from willow branches. | |
but the soldiers stripped it from your skin, cracked its ribs in the kitchen, | |
dressed it in drag and pissed on every inch. | |
we march like insects built of wood and wires blowing out cities like birthday candles. |
zuo qu : Blood Brothers | |
those decadent war swans, with faces half drawn, | |
slinging blood soaked carols at the slave ship sun. | |
huge gold ak47! | |
huge gold ak47! | |
c' mon, its 4am kick down the gate and spray your ammo like champagne. | |
tie up your waterfalls and throw them in the trunk! | |
in pitchblack basements, starve your summer suns. | |
toast another day of domination. | |
toast another day of demolition. | |
100 million dollar sound systems squeal your name' s pouding rhythms. | |
huge gold ak47! | |
huge gold ak47! | |
you' re alone, handcuffed to a pickedclean bone, and your skull echoes... | |
we' ll take what the we want! | |
pluck your landscapes piece by piece. | |
we' ll take what the we want! | |
songs of your youth beat by beat. | |
we' ll take what the we want! | |
wipe the color from your scenery. | |
we' ll take what the we want! | |
suck your seasons indefinitely. | |
oh, there' s a field inside your face with breezes sweet as chardonnay, | |
violins dangling from willow branches. | |
but the soldiers stripped it from your skin, cracked its ribs in the kitchen, | |
dressed it in drag and pissed on every inch. | |
we march like insects built of wood and wires blowing out cities like birthday candles. |
zuò qǔ : Blood Brothers | |
those decadent war swans, with faces half drawn, | |
slinging blood soaked carols at the slave ship sun. | |
huge gold ak47! | |
huge gold ak47! | |
c' mon, its 4am kick down the gate and spray your ammo like champagne. | |
tie up your waterfalls and throw them in the trunk! | |
in pitchblack basements, starve your summer suns. | |
toast another day of domination. | |
toast another day of demolition. | |
100 million dollar sound systems squeal your name' s pouding rhythms. | |
huge gold ak47! | |
huge gold ak47! | |
you' re alone, handcuffed to a pickedclean bone, and your skull echoes... | |
we' ll take what the we want! | |
pluck your landscapes piece by piece. | |
we' ll take what the we want! | |
songs of your youth beat by beat. | |
we' ll take what the we want! | |
wipe the color from your scenery. | |
we' ll take what the we want! | |
suck your seasons indefinitely. | |
oh, there' s a field inside your face with breezes sweet as chardonnay, | |
violins dangling from willow branches. | |
but the soldiers stripped it from your skin, cracked its ribs in the kitchen, | |
dressed it in drag and pissed on every inch. | |
we march like insects built of wood and wires blowing out cities like birthday candles. |