| Song | Fear And Loathing In Mahwah, NJ |
| Artist | Titus Andronicus |
| Album | The Airing of Grievances |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Patrick Stickles |
| [00:01.00] | 作词 : Patrick Stickles |
| [00:03.64] | |
| [00:07.30] | Why do you do the things you've done |
| [00:11.42] | |
| [00:12.20] | And how dumb would you have to be |
| [00:14.89] | |
| [00:16.85] | To do them again like I know you're going to |
| [00:22.17] | |
| [00:26.46] | If you're the poet you say you are and beauty's in everything you see |
| [00:33.84] | |
| [00:35.93] | Then how can love exist in a world run by people like you |
| [00:41.20] | |
| [00:45.13] | Because when there's suffering you're there |
| [00:48.21] | |
| [00:50.48] | From southern trees you hang them in the air |
| [00:54.13] | |
| [00:55.12] | The world screams out in agony and you don't care |
| [01:01.19] | |
| [01:04.17] | But should the shit hit the fan |
| [01:07.10] | I just pray you will not be spared |
| [01:11.07] | |
| [01:12.81] | F**k you |
| [01:14.29] | |
| [01:26.66] | You took a heart with so much room for love |
| [01:29.44] | And filled it with hatred and rage |
| [01:32.40] | Until there was nothing left but for it to shrivel up and die |
| [01:37.15] | |
| [01:38.73] | People will tell you that if you don't love your neighbor |
| [01:42.29] | Then you don't love god |
| [01:43.98] | |
| [01:44.49] | But no god of mine would put light in such unrighteous eyes |
| [01:48.94] | |
| [01:50.17] | Now the way we hold each other so tight |
| [01:52.77] | |
| [01:53.28] | Would look more like a noose if held up to the light |
| [01:55.89] | |
| [01:56.48] | Because we betray each other in dreams every night |
| [02:01.07] | |
| [02:02.45] | Now let's never speak of it again all right |
| [02:05.55] | |
| [02:11.52] | All right |
| [02:12.04] | |
| [04:56.29] | Even now I curse the day and yet I think |
| [04:58.57] | |
| [04:59.11] | Few come within the compass of my curse |
| [05:01.32] | |
| [05:02.43] | Wherein I did not some notorious ill |
| [05:04.78] | |
| [05:05.37] | As kill a man or else devise his death |
| [05:08.32] | |
| [05:08.99] | Ravish a maid or plot the way to do it |
| [05:11.99] | Accuse some innocent and forswear myself |
| [05:13.82] | |
| [05:14.82] | Set deadly enmity between two friends |
| [05:17.27] | |
| [05:17.87] | Make poor men's cattle break their necks |
| [05:20.29] | Set fire on barns and hay stacks in the night |
| [05:23.95] | And bid the owners quench them with their tears |
| [05:25.86] | |
| [05:26.66] | Oft have I digged up dead men from their graves |
| [05:29.74] | And set them upright at their dear friends' doors |
| [05:32.58] | Even when their sorrows almost were forgot |
| [05:34.62] | |
| [05:35.17] | And on their skins as on the bark of trees |
| [05:38.23] | |
| [05:38.86] | Have with my knife carved in roman letters |
| [05:41.32] | Let not your sorrow die though I am dead |
| [05:43.76] | |
| [05:45.16] | Tut I have done a thousand dreadful things |
| [05:46.93] | |
| [05:47.72] | As willingly as one would kill a fly |
| [05:50.36] | And nothing grieves me heartily indeed |
| [05:52.09] | |
| [05:52.75] | But that I cannot do ten thousand more |
| [00:00.00] | zuo qu : Patrick Stickles |
| [00:01.00] | zuo ci : Patrick Stickles |
| [00:03.64] | |
| [00:07.30] | Why do you do the things you' ve done |
| [00:11.42] | |
| [00:12.20] | And how dumb would you have to be |
| [00:14.89] | |
| [00:16.85] | To do them again like I know you' re going to |
| [00:22.17] | |
| [00:26.46] | If you' re the poet you say you are and beauty' s in everything you see |
| [00:33.84] | |
| [00:35.93] | Then how can love exist in a world run by people like you |
| [00:41.20] | |
| [00:45.13] | Because when there' s suffering you' re there |
| [00:48.21] | |
| [00:50.48] | From southern trees you hang them in the air |
| [00:54.13] | |
| [00:55.12] | The world screams out in agony and you don' t care |
| [01:01.19] | |
| [01:04.17] | But should the shit hit the fan |
| [01:07.10] | I just pray you will not be spared |
| [01:11.07] | |
| [01:12.81] | F k you |
| [01:14.29] | |
| [01:26.66] | You took a heart with so much room for love |
| [01:29.44] | And filled it with hatred and rage |
| [01:32.40] | Until there was nothing left but for it to shrivel up and die |
| [01:37.15] | |
| [01:38.73] | People will tell you that if you don' t love your neighbor |
| [01:42.29] | Then you don' t love god |
| [01:43.98] | |
| [01:44.49] | But no god of mine would put light in such unrighteous eyes |
| [01:48.94] | |
| [01:50.17] | Now the way we hold each other so tight |
| [01:52.77] | |
| [01:53.28] | Would look more like a noose if held up to the light |
| [01:55.89] | |
| [01:56.48] | Because we betray each other in dreams every night |
| [02:01.07] | |
| [02:02.45] | Now let' s never speak of it again all right |
| [02:05.55] | |
| [02:11.52] | All right |
| [02:12.04] | |
| [04:56.29] | Even now I curse the day and yet I think |
| [04:58.57] | |
| [04:59.11] | Few come within the compass of my curse |
| [05:01.32] | |
| [05:02.43] | Wherein I did not some notorious ill |
| [05:04.78] | |
| [05:05.37] | As kill a man or else devise his death |
| [05:08.32] | |
| [05:08.99] | Ravish a maid or plot the way to do it |
| [05:11.99] | Accuse some innocent and forswear myself |
| [05:13.82] | |
| [05:14.82] | Set deadly enmity between two friends |
| [05:17.27] | |
| [05:17.87] | Make poor men' s cattle break their necks |
| [05:20.29] | Set fire on barns and hay stacks in the night |
| [05:23.95] | And bid the owners quench them with their tears |
| [05:25.86] | |
| [05:26.66] | Oft have I digged up dead men from their graves |
| [05:29.74] | And set them upright at their dear friends' doors |
| [05:32.58] | Even when their sorrows almost were forgot |
| [05:34.62] | |
| [05:35.17] | And on their skins as on the bark of trees |
| [05:38.23] | |
| [05:38.86] | Have with my knife carved in roman letters |
| [05:41.32] | Let not your sorrow die though I am dead |
| [05:43.76] | |
| [05:45.16] | Tut I have done a thousand dreadful things |
| [05:46.93] | |
| [05:47.72] | As willingly as one would kill a fly |
| [05:50.36] | And nothing grieves me heartily indeed |
| [05:52.09] | |
| [05:52.75] | But that I cannot do ten thousand more |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Patrick Stickles |
| [00:01.00] | zuò cí : Patrick Stickles |
| [00:03.64] | |
| [00:07.30] | Why do you do the things you' ve done |
| [00:11.42] | |
| [00:12.20] | And how dumb would you have to be |
| [00:14.89] | |
| [00:16.85] | To do them again like I know you' re going to |
| [00:22.17] | |
| [00:26.46] | If you' re the poet you say you are and beauty' s in everything you see |
| [00:33.84] | |
| [00:35.93] | Then how can love exist in a world run by people like you |
| [00:41.20] | |
| [00:45.13] | Because when there' s suffering you' re there |
| [00:48.21] | |
| [00:50.48] | From southern trees you hang them in the air |
| [00:54.13] | |
| [00:55.12] | The world screams out in agony and you don' t care |
| [01:01.19] | |
| [01:04.17] | But should the shit hit the fan |
| [01:07.10] | I just pray you will not be spared |
| [01:11.07] | |
| [01:12.81] | F k you |
| [01:14.29] | |
| [01:26.66] | You took a heart with so much room for love |
| [01:29.44] | And filled it with hatred and rage |
| [01:32.40] | Until there was nothing left but for it to shrivel up and die |
| [01:37.15] | |
| [01:38.73] | People will tell you that if you don' t love your neighbor |
| [01:42.29] | Then you don' t love god |
| [01:43.98] | |
| [01:44.49] | But no god of mine would put light in such unrighteous eyes |
| [01:48.94] | |
| [01:50.17] | Now the way we hold each other so tight |
| [01:52.77] | |
| [01:53.28] | Would look more like a noose if held up to the light |
| [01:55.89] | |
| [01:56.48] | Because we betray each other in dreams every night |
| [02:01.07] | |
| [02:02.45] | Now let' s never speak of it again all right |
| [02:05.55] | |
| [02:11.52] | All right |
| [02:12.04] | |
| [04:56.29] | Even now I curse the day and yet I think |
| [04:58.57] | |
| [04:59.11] | Few come within the compass of my curse |
| [05:01.32] | |
| [05:02.43] | Wherein I did not some notorious ill |
| [05:04.78] | |
| [05:05.37] | As kill a man or else devise his death |
| [05:08.32] | |
| [05:08.99] | Ravish a maid or plot the way to do it |
| [05:11.99] | Accuse some innocent and forswear myself |
| [05:13.82] | |
| [05:14.82] | Set deadly enmity between two friends |
| [05:17.27] | |
| [05:17.87] | Make poor men' s cattle break their necks |
| [05:20.29] | Set fire on barns and hay stacks in the night |
| [05:23.95] | And bid the owners quench them with their tears |
| [05:25.86] | |
| [05:26.66] | Oft have I digged up dead men from their graves |
| [05:29.74] | And set them upright at their dear friends' doors |
| [05:32.58] | Even when their sorrows almost were forgot |
| [05:34.62] | |
| [05:35.17] | And on their skins as on the bark of trees |
| [05:38.23] | |
| [05:38.86] | Have with my knife carved in roman letters |
| [05:41.32] | Let not your sorrow die though I am dead |
| [05:43.76] | |
| [05:45.16] | Tut I have done a thousand dreadful things |
| [05:46.93] | |
| [05:47.72] | As willingly as one would kill a fly |
| [05:50.36] | And nothing grieves me heartily indeed |
| [05:52.09] | |
| [05:52.75] | But that I cannot do ten thousand more |