| Song | A Dishonest Man |
| Artist | Shock Therapy |
| Album | Theatre of Shock Therapy (1985 - 2008) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Gregory John McCormick | |
| 作曲 : Gregory John McCormick | |
| was i just thinking too much? | |
| i felt remorse for the pitful sight | |
| of a blinded world in a deceptive fog | |
| i only work here, i dont need to care | |
| hollow about your head for a thankless cause | |
| open your heart in the name of fear | |
| that tortures your world with bitter emotion | |
| and hysterical virtues of condemnation | |
| is there a reason to be punished? | |
| am i indeed the person who was wrong? | |
| will i risk my lies in fear of the fool | |
| who is taking control of my crashing life? | |
| im surprised at your concern | |
| theres a feeble joke racing through my thoughts | |
| that youll jump into my vehicle of fear | |
| and pray i dont get caught in the storm | |
| this is a shameless world of survival | |
| accommodating helpless, retarded pigs | |
| wallowing in their world of sickness | |
| we can only look and laugh | |
| of maybe even care enough to cry | |
| as we look on and on and on ... | |
| my patience is wearing thin | |
| i see the world through blood-soaked eyes | |
| i see destruction of satisfies looks | |
| but its nothing to someone who doesnt care | |
| is living so precious? | |
| the theory applies to those barely alive | |
| swimming while crippled in a river of shit | |
| and ending up in heaven as a well-earned reward | |
| this is a shameless world of survival | |
| accommodating helpless, retarded pigs | |
| wallowing in their world of sickness | |
| we can only look and laugh | |
| of maybe even care enough to cry | |
| as we look on and on and on ... | |
| its a recurring nightmare | |
| man is animal, his soul the disease | |
| tricking his mind with the invalid belief | |
| that his heart is crippled by choice alone | |
| i cant understand how to be a dishonest man |
| zuo ci : Gregory John McCormick | |
| zuo qu : Gregory John McCormick | |
| was i just thinking too much? | |
| i felt remorse for the pitful sight | |
| of a blinded world in a deceptive fog | |
| i only work here, i dont need to care | |
| hollow about your head for a thankless cause | |
| open your heart in the name of fear | |
| that tortures your world with bitter emotion | |
| and hysterical virtues of condemnation | |
| is there a reason to be punished? | |
| am i indeed the person who was wrong? | |
| will i risk my lies in fear of the fool | |
| who is taking control of my crashing life? | |
| im surprised at your concern | |
| theres a feeble joke racing through my thoughts | |
| that youll jump into my vehicle of fear | |
| and pray i dont get caught in the storm | |
| this is a shameless world of survival | |
| accommodating helpless, retarded pigs | |
| wallowing in their world of sickness | |
| we can only look and laugh | |
| of maybe even care enough to cry | |
| as we look on and on and on ... | |
| my patience is wearing thin | |
| i see the world through bloodsoaked eyes | |
| i see destruction of satisfies looks | |
| but its nothing to someone who doesnt care | |
| is living so precious? | |
| the theory applies to those barely alive | |
| swimming while crippled in a river of shit | |
| and ending up in heaven as a wellearned reward | |
| this is a shameless world of survival | |
| accommodating helpless, retarded pigs | |
| wallowing in their world of sickness | |
| we can only look and laugh | |
| of maybe even care enough to cry | |
| as we look on and on and on ... | |
| its a recurring nightmare | |
| man is animal, his soul the disease | |
| tricking his mind with the invalid belief | |
| that his heart is crippled by choice alone | |
| i cant understand how to be a dishonest man |
| zuò cí : Gregory John McCormick | |
| zuò qǔ : Gregory John McCormick | |
| was i just thinking too much? | |
| i felt remorse for the pitful sight | |
| of a blinded world in a deceptive fog | |
| i only work here, i dont need to care | |
| hollow about your head for a thankless cause | |
| open your heart in the name of fear | |
| that tortures your world with bitter emotion | |
| and hysterical virtues of condemnation | |
| is there a reason to be punished? | |
| am i indeed the person who was wrong? | |
| will i risk my lies in fear of the fool | |
| who is taking control of my crashing life? | |
| im surprised at your concern | |
| theres a feeble joke racing through my thoughts | |
| that youll jump into my vehicle of fear | |
| and pray i dont get caught in the storm | |
| this is a shameless world of survival | |
| accommodating helpless, retarded pigs | |
| wallowing in their world of sickness | |
| we can only look and laugh | |
| of maybe even care enough to cry | |
| as we look on and on and on ... | |
| my patience is wearing thin | |
| i see the world through bloodsoaked eyes | |
| i see destruction of satisfies looks | |
| but its nothing to someone who doesnt care | |
| is living so precious? | |
| the theory applies to those barely alive | |
| swimming while crippled in a river of shit | |
| and ending up in heaven as a wellearned reward | |
| this is a shameless world of survival | |
| accommodating helpless, retarded pigs | |
| wallowing in their world of sickness | |
| we can only look and laugh | |
| of maybe even care enough to cry | |
| as we look on and on and on ... | |
| its a recurring nightmare | |
| man is animal, his soul the disease | |
| tricking his mind with the invalid belief | |
| that his heart is crippled by choice alone | |
| i cant understand how to be a dishonest man |