Song | In The Colosseum |
Artist | Tom Waits |
Album | Bone Machine |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Brennan, Waits | |
The women all control their men | |
With razors and with wrists | |
And the princess squeezes grape juice | |
On a torrid bloody kiss | |
What will you be wearing there | |
The lion or the raven hair? | |
The flesh will all be tearing | |
But the tail will be my own | |
In the colosseum tonight | |
This one's for the balcony | |
And this one's for the floor | |
As the senators decapitate | |
The presidential whore | |
The bald headed senators | |
Are splashing in the blood | |
The dogs are having someone | |
Who is screaming in the mud | |
In the colosseum tonight | |
Now it's raining and it's pouring | |
On the pillaging and goring | |
The constable is swinging | |
From the chains | |
For the dead there is no story | |
No memory no blame | |
Their families shout blue murder | |
But tomorrow it's the same | |
In the colosseum | |
A slowly acting poison | |
Will be given to the favorite one | |
The dark horse will bring glory | |
To the jailer and his men | |
It's always much more sporting | |
When there's families in the pit | |
And the madness of the crowd | |
Is an epileptic fit | |
In the colosseum | |
No justice here, no liberty | |
No reason, no blame | |
There's no cause to taint the sweetest taste of blood | |
And greetings from the nation | |
As we shake the hands of time | |
They're taking their ovations | |
The vultures stay behind | |
In the colosseum, in the colosseum | |
In the colosseum tonight |
zuo ci : Brennan, Waits | |
The women all control their men | |
With razors and with wrists | |
And the princess squeezes grape juice | |
On a torrid bloody kiss | |
What will you be wearing there | |
The lion or the raven hair? | |
The flesh will all be tearing | |
But the tail will be my own | |
In the colosseum tonight | |
This one' s for the balcony | |
And this one' s for the floor | |
As the senators decapitate | |
The presidential whore | |
The bald headed senators | |
Are splashing in the blood | |
The dogs are having someone | |
Who is screaming in the mud | |
In the colosseum tonight | |
Now it' s raining and it' s pouring | |
On the pillaging and goring | |
The constable is swinging | |
From the chains | |
For the dead there is no story | |
No memory no blame | |
Their families shout blue murder | |
But tomorrow it' s the same | |
In the colosseum | |
A slowly acting poison | |
Will be given to the favorite one | |
The dark horse will bring glory | |
To the jailer and his men | |
It' s always much more sporting | |
When there' s families in the pit | |
And the madness of the crowd | |
Is an epileptic fit | |
In the colosseum | |
No justice here, no liberty | |
No reason, no blame | |
There' s no cause to taint the sweetest taste of blood | |
And greetings from the nation | |
As we shake the hands of time | |
They' re taking their ovations | |
The vultures stay behind | |
In the colosseum, in the colosseum | |
In the colosseum tonight |
zuò cí : Brennan, Waits | |
The women all control their men | |
With razors and with wrists | |
And the princess squeezes grape juice | |
On a torrid bloody kiss | |
What will you be wearing there | |
The lion or the raven hair? | |
The flesh will all be tearing | |
But the tail will be my own | |
In the colosseum tonight | |
This one' s for the balcony | |
And this one' s for the floor | |
As the senators decapitate | |
The presidential whore | |
The bald headed senators | |
Are splashing in the blood | |
The dogs are having someone | |
Who is screaming in the mud | |
In the colosseum tonight | |
Now it' s raining and it' s pouring | |
On the pillaging and goring | |
The constable is swinging | |
From the chains | |
For the dead there is no story | |
No memory no blame | |
Their families shout blue murder | |
But tomorrow it' s the same | |
In the colosseum | |
A slowly acting poison | |
Will be given to the favorite one | |
The dark horse will bring glory | |
To the jailer and his men | |
It' s always much more sporting | |
When there' s families in the pit | |
And the madness of the crowd | |
Is an epileptic fit | |
In the colosseum | |
No justice here, no liberty | |
No reason, no blame | |
There' s no cause to taint the sweetest taste of blood | |
And greetings from the nation | |
As we shake the hands of time | |
They' re taking their ovations | |
The vultures stay behind | |
In the colosseum, in the colosseum | |
In the colosseum tonight |