Song | Manup |
Artist | Todd Rundgren |
Album | Arena |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Rundgren | |
ManupThere's a cloud in the distance | |
Rising from the dunes | |
Ten thousand riders | |
Blaze a trail of ruins | |
No doubt about it | |
They're headed this way | |
Who will protect us on a judgement day? | |
Some are unready, some are unwilling | |
Hiding amongst the women and children | |
Rousing the rabble from under the bed | |
I'm calling you by name to bite the bullet | |
ManupWe didn't want no trouble | |
But trouble's what we have | |
You call it paranoia | |
And have yourself a laugh | |
And avoid the confrontation | |
Until some other year | |
Somebody call the boys cause there's no men in here | |
Some are unready, some are unwilling | |
Some are still able but ain't got the feeling | |
Talking real loud at the back of the crowd | |
I'm calling you by name to bite the bullet | |
ManupListen to me my friend | |
What you will not defend | |
Somebody else will end up takin' | |
And when the famine comes | |
You think they'll just give you some | |
But if you believe that | |
You're mistaken |
zuo qu : Rundgren | |
ManupThere' s a cloud in the distance | |
Rising from the dunes | |
Ten thousand riders | |
Blaze a trail of ruins | |
No doubt about it | |
They' re headed this way | |
Who will protect us on a judgement day? | |
Some are unready, some are unwilling | |
Hiding amongst the women and children | |
Rousing the rabble from under the bed | |
I' m calling you by name to bite the bullet | |
ManupWe didn' t want no trouble | |
But trouble' s what we have | |
You call it paranoia | |
And have yourself a laugh | |
And avoid the confrontation | |
Until some other year | |
Somebody call the boys cause there' s no men in here | |
Some are unready, some are unwilling | |
Some are still able but ain' t got the feeling | |
Talking real loud at the back of the crowd | |
I' m calling you by name to bite the bullet | |
ManupListen to me my friend | |
What you will not defend | |
Somebody else will end up takin' | |
And when the famine comes | |
You think they' ll just give you some | |
But if you believe that | |
You' re mistaken |
zuò qǔ : Rundgren | |
ManupThere' s a cloud in the distance | |
Rising from the dunes | |
Ten thousand riders | |
Blaze a trail of ruins | |
No doubt about it | |
They' re headed this way | |
Who will protect us on a judgement day? | |
Some are unready, some are unwilling | |
Hiding amongst the women and children | |
Rousing the rabble from under the bed | |
I' m calling you by name to bite the bullet | |
ManupWe didn' t want no trouble | |
But trouble' s what we have | |
You call it paranoia | |
And have yourself a laugh | |
And avoid the confrontation | |
Until some other year | |
Somebody call the boys cause there' s no men in here | |
Some are unready, some are unwilling | |
Some are still able but ain' t got the feeling | |
Talking real loud at the back of the crowd | |
I' m calling you by name to bite the bullet | |
ManupListen to me my friend | |
What you will not defend | |
Somebody else will end up takin' | |
And when the famine comes | |
You think they' ll just give you some | |
But if you believe that | |
You' re mistaken |