Song | One Common Voice |
Artist | The Business |
Album | The Truth, The Whole Truth And Nothing But The Truth |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Fitzsimons | |
Stole the name from the working class | |
Turned us into working brass | |
Sweating till my back breaks everyday | |
Take the long walk through the factory gates | |
As a nation is born a city is laid | |
A power generates for political gain | |
The rich man makes his way to capital goal | |
As a working man tries to make his way in the world | |
WE'RE ONE | |
COMMON VOI | |
CE WE'RE O | |
NE COMMON | |
VOICE WE'R | |
E ONE COMM | |
ON VOICE I | |
N THE WORL | |
D Some say your cards are all dealt in advance | |
Some say you're never ever given a chance | |
Till the day you die hope purities help | |
When the morning bell rings you're on the way to hell | |
Borders are the same between our kind and theirs | |
Been the fucking same for hundreds of years | |
As the working class struggles to get ahead | |
Someone brings the power down and knocks it on the head |
zuo ci : Fitzsimons | |
Stole the name from the working class | |
Turned us into working brass | |
Sweating till my back breaks everyday | |
Take the long walk through the factory gates | |
As a nation is born a city is laid | |
A power generates for political gain | |
The rich man makes his way to capital goal | |
As a working man tries to make his way in the world | |
WE' RE ONE | |
COMMON VOI | |
CE WE' RE O | |
NE COMMON | |
VOICE WE' R | |
E ONE COMM | |
ON VOICE I | |
N THE WORL | |
D Some say your cards are all dealt in advance | |
Some say you' re never ever given a chance | |
Till the day you die hope purities help | |
When the morning bell rings you' re on the way to hell | |
Borders are the same between our kind and theirs | |
Been the fucking same for hundreds of years | |
As the working class struggles to get ahead | |
Someone brings the power down and knocks it on the head |
zuò cí : Fitzsimons | |
Stole the name from the working class | |
Turned us into working brass | |
Sweating till my back breaks everyday | |
Take the long walk through the factory gates | |
As a nation is born a city is laid | |
A power generates for political gain | |
The rich man makes his way to capital goal | |
As a working man tries to make his way in the world | |
WE' RE ONE | |
COMMON VOI | |
CE WE' RE O | |
NE COMMON | |
VOICE WE' R | |
E ONE COMM | |
ON VOICE I | |
N THE WORL | |
D Some say your cards are all dealt in advance | |
Some say you' re never ever given a chance | |
Till the day you die hope purities help | |
When the morning bell rings you' re on the way to hell | |
Borders are the same between our kind and theirs | |
Been the fucking same for hundreds of years | |
As the working class struggles to get ahead | |
Someone brings the power down and knocks it on the head |