Song | A Life's Story |
Artist | Union 13 |
Album | Why Are We Destroying Ourselves |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Mercado, Union Thirteen | |
I grew up with twisted knowledge very little school and of course no college in a broken home there is no role model my father figure left me for the bottle | |
I had to teach myself to become a man never to give in to what | |
I didn't understand the truth is out there out in the street my first teacher was a bum with no shoes on his feet he told me about his life and where he went wrong he said son you promise me you'll never sing a sad song two weeks later my friend was dead the knowledge he gave me is still in my head street soldier life just wasn't for me where the purpose is killing over territory | |
I heard my calling it came in loud and clear | |
I was to speak my mind and make it my career. |
zuo qu : Mercado, Union Thirteen | |
I grew up with twisted knowledge very little school and of course no college in a broken home there is no role model my father figure left me for the bottle | |
I had to teach myself to become a man never to give in to what | |
I didn' t understand the truth is out there out in the street my first teacher was a bum with no shoes on his feet he told me about his life and where he went wrong he said son you promise me you' ll never sing a sad song two weeks later my friend was dead the knowledge he gave me is still in my head street soldier life just wasn' t for me where the purpose is killing over territory | |
I heard my calling it came in loud and clear | |
I was to speak my mind and make it my career. |
zuò qǔ : Mercado, Union Thirteen | |
I grew up with twisted knowledge very little school and of course no college in a broken home there is no role model my father figure left me for the bottle | |
I had to teach myself to become a man never to give in to what | |
I didn' t understand the truth is out there out in the street my first teacher was a bum with no shoes on his feet he told me about his life and where he went wrong he said son you promise me you' ll never sing a sad song two weeks later my friend was dead the knowledge he gave me is still in my head street soldier life just wasn' t for me where the purpose is killing over territory | |
I heard my calling it came in loud and clear | |
I was to speak my mind and make it my career. |