Song | Mandatory Suicide - Live |
Artist | Slayer |
Album | Live: Decade Of Aggression |
作曲 : Araya, Hanneman, King | |
(from "south of heaven") | |
(lyrics:araya; music:hanneman, king) | |
Murder at your every foot step. | |
A child's toy sudden death. | |
Sniper blazes you thru your knees | |
Falling down can you feel the heat, | |
Burn! | |
Ambushed by the spray of lead | |
Count the bullet holes in your head. | |
Offspring sent out to cry, | |
Living mandatory suicide. | |
Suicide. [x 4] | |
Lead: hanneman | |
Holes burn deep in your chest, | |
Raked by machine gun fire. | |
Screaming soul sent out to die, | |
Living mandatory suicide. | |
Suicide. [x 4] | |
Lead: hanneman | |
[spoken:] | |
Lying, dying, screaming in pain. | |
Begging, pleading, bullets drop like rain. | |
Mines explode, pain sheers through your brain, | |
Radical amputation, this is insane. | |
Fly swatter stakes drive through your chest. | |
Spikes impale you as you're forced off the crest. | |
Soldier of misfortune | |
Hunting with bated breath. | |
A vile smell, like tasting death. | |
Dead bodies, dying and wounded | |
Litter the city streets | |
Shattered glass, bits of clothing and human deceit. | |
Dying [in] terror, | |
Blood's cheap, it's everywhere. | |
Mandatory suicide, massacre on the front line. |
zuò qǔ : Araya, Hanneman, King | |
from " south of heaven" | |
lyrics: araya music: hanneman, king | |
Murder at your every foot step. | |
A child' s toy sudden death. | |
Sniper blazes you thru your knees | |
Falling down can you feel the heat, | |
Burn! | |
Ambushed by the spray of lead | |
Count the bullet holes in your head. | |
Offspring sent out to cry, | |
Living mandatory suicide. | |
Suicide. x 4 | |
Lead: hanneman | |
Holes burn deep in your chest, | |
Raked by machine gun fire. | |
Screaming soul sent out to die, | |
Living mandatory suicide. | |
Suicide. x 4 | |
Lead: hanneman | |
spoken: | |
Lying, dying, screaming in pain. | |
Begging, pleading, bullets drop like rain. | |
Mines explode, pain sheers through your brain, | |
Radical amputation, this is insane. | |
Fly swatter stakes drive through your chest. | |
Spikes impale you as you' re forced off the crest. | |
Soldier of misfortune | |
Hunting with bated breath. | |
A vile smell, like tasting death. | |
Dead bodies, dying and wounded | |
Litter the city streets | |
Shattered glass, bits of clothing and human deceit. | |
Dying in terror, | |
Blood' s cheap, it' s everywhere. | |
Mandatory suicide, massacre on the front line. |