| Song | Drag It Down |
| Artist | New Model Army |
| Album | No Rest For The Wicked |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Heaton, Morrow, Sullivan | |
| They started work this morning down at city square | |
| They're pulling down the statues of our great grandfather's hero | |
| The new books said he wasn't such a great man after all | |
| And anyway remember that the times they are a-changing | |
| Ch: Pull it down, drag it down | |
| Till there's nothing to look up to | |
| But the brand names on the posters all around | |
| They proved on television last night that God was just a lie | |
| He never made the world at all | |
| It was just some sweet old fashioned rite | |
| So melt down all the ornaments, move out all the graves | |
| And let us build the disco that we need for our young braves | |
| Ch: Pull it down, drag it down | |
| Till the hopes and dreams of all the ages | |
| Past are shattered on the ground | |
| We think we are so clever killing heroes, killing magic, | |
| Until everything that's sacred is brought down to our level | |
| for Mammon is a jealous master, - leaves no room for any other | |
| All the questions left unanswered, all the answers gone forever | |
| So bow to the woman in the finest fur | |
| Bow to the man with the ace street cool | |
| Bow to the woman with all the power | |
| Bow to the man with all the money | |
| In whose sight are we equal now? | |
| Now that we've killed God |
| zuo ci : Heaton, Morrow, Sullivan | |
| They started work this morning down at city square | |
| They' re pulling down the statues of our great grandfather' s hero | |
| The new books said he wasn' t such a great man after all | |
| And anyway remember that the times they are achanging | |
| Ch: Pull it down, drag it down | |
| Till there' s nothing to look up to | |
| But the brand names on the posters all around | |
| They proved on television last night that God was just a lie | |
| He never made the world at all | |
| It was just some sweet old fashioned rite | |
| So melt down all the ornaments, move out all the graves | |
| And let us build the disco that we need for our young braves | |
| Ch: Pull it down, drag it down | |
| Till the hopes and dreams of all the ages | |
| Past are shattered on the ground | |
| We think we are so clever killing heroes, killing magic, | |
| Until everything that' s sacred is brought down to our level | |
| for Mammon is a jealous master, leaves no room for any other | |
| All the questions left unanswered, all the answers gone forever | |
| So bow to the woman in the finest fur | |
| Bow to the man with the ace street cool | |
| Bow to the woman with all the power | |
| Bow to the man with all the money | |
| In whose sight are we equal now? | |
| Now that we' ve killed God |
| zuò cí : Heaton, Morrow, Sullivan | |
| They started work this morning down at city square | |
| They' re pulling down the statues of our great grandfather' s hero | |
| The new books said he wasn' t such a great man after all | |
| And anyway remember that the times they are achanging | |
| Ch: Pull it down, drag it down | |
| Till there' s nothing to look up to | |
| But the brand names on the posters all around | |
| They proved on television last night that God was just a lie | |
| He never made the world at all | |
| It was just some sweet old fashioned rite | |
| So melt down all the ornaments, move out all the graves | |
| And let us build the disco that we need for our young braves | |
| Ch: Pull it down, drag it down | |
| Till the hopes and dreams of all the ages | |
| Past are shattered on the ground | |
| We think we are so clever killing heroes, killing magic, | |
| Until everything that' s sacred is brought down to our level | |
| for Mammon is a jealous master, leaves no room for any other | |
| All the questions left unanswered, all the answers gone forever | |
| So bow to the woman in the finest fur | |
| Bow to the man with the ace street cool | |
| Bow to the woman with all the power | |
| Bow to the man with all the money | |
| In whose sight are we equal now? | |
| Now that we' ve killed God |