Song | Nüguns |
Artist | System of a Down |
Album | Steal This Album! |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Malakian, Tankian | |
And the little boy stared, | |
Into the eyes of the night, | |
Button collects price of his time, | |
Little girl glared, | |
Sheets of the denial, | |
The bullet connects to the price of her crime, | |
What have we said, | |
Wasn't it their bed, | |
What of our presence, | |
Haven't we paid penance, | |
Now the little boy sees, | |
Through the eyes of delight, | |
Levers erect note of his rhyme, | |
Little girl bled, | |
Sheets of the night, | |
The lovers connect to the price of his dime, | |
What have we said, | |
Wasn't it their bed, | |
What of our presence, | |
Haven't we paid penance, | |
To the old gods and moved on, | |
To the old gods and moved on, | |
To the old gods and moved on, | |
To the new guns, to the new guns | |
What have we said, | |
Wasn't it their bed, | |
What of our presence, | |
Haven't we paid penance, | |
What have we said, | |
Wasn't it their bed, | |
What of our presence, | |
Haven't we paid penance, | |
To the old gods and moved on, | |
To the old gods and moved on, | |
To the old gods and moved on, | |
To the new guns, to the new guns. |
zuo ci : Malakian, Tankian | |
And the little boy stared, | |
Into the eyes of the night, | |
Button collects price of his time, | |
Little girl glared, | |
Sheets of the denial, | |
The bullet connects to the price of her crime, | |
What have we said, | |
Wasn' t it their bed, | |
What of our presence, | |
Haven' t we paid penance, | |
Now the little boy sees, | |
Through the eyes of delight, | |
Levers erect note of his rhyme, | |
Little girl bled, | |
Sheets of the night, | |
The lovers connect to the price of his dime, | |
What have we said, | |
Wasn' t it their bed, | |
What of our presence, | |
Haven' t we paid penance, | |
To the old gods and moved on, | |
To the old gods and moved on, | |
To the old gods and moved on, | |
To the new guns, to the new guns | |
What have we said, | |
Wasn' t it their bed, | |
What of our presence, | |
Haven' t we paid penance, | |
What have we said, | |
Wasn' t it their bed, | |
What of our presence, | |
Haven' t we paid penance, | |
To the old gods and moved on, | |
To the old gods and moved on, | |
To the old gods and moved on, | |
To the new guns, to the new guns. |
zuò cí : Malakian, Tankian | |
And the little boy stared, | |
Into the eyes of the night, | |
Button collects price of his time, | |
Little girl glared, | |
Sheets of the denial, | |
The bullet connects to the price of her crime, | |
What have we said, | |
Wasn' t it their bed, | |
What of our presence, | |
Haven' t we paid penance, | |
Now the little boy sees, | |
Through the eyes of delight, | |
Levers erect note of his rhyme, | |
Little girl bled, | |
Sheets of the night, | |
The lovers connect to the price of his dime, | |
What have we said, | |
Wasn' t it their bed, | |
What of our presence, | |
Haven' t we paid penance, | |
To the old gods and moved on, | |
To the old gods and moved on, | |
To the old gods and moved on, | |
To the new guns, to the new guns | |
What have we said, | |
Wasn' t it their bed, | |
What of our presence, | |
Haven' t we paid penance, | |
What have we said, | |
Wasn' t it their bed, | |
What of our presence, | |
Haven' t we paid penance, | |
To the old gods and moved on, | |
To the old gods and moved on, | |
To the old gods and moved on, | |
To the new guns, to the new guns. |