Song | Queen Of Fortune |
Artist | Monks of Doom |
Album | Forgery |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Monks of Doom | |
I said to the fortune teller | |
Won't you please read me my cards | |
She laid out the deck and asked me | |
How I'd ever gotten this far? | |
I was born by the sea of misfortune | |
I was dragged by thte scruff of my neck | |
Through the drought ravaged fields my house was built in | |
Irrigated lawns in an orange sunset | |
When I was grown I crawled out this city | |
Covered by a blanket of smoke | |
And I pulled myself up to higher ground | |
To look around before I choked | |
And now I'll fight both tooth and nail | |
Until I get when I'm going to get | |
I'll hang on with the jaws of a pit bull | |
I won't let go of what my vision is | |
I am the king of war | |
I am a rotten dove | |
I am the face of innocence lost | |
I can't find a thing to love | |
If you hear kicking or your hear screaming | |
From the coast of the valley high | |
And you hear of shootings or of beatings | |
Do you try and shield your eye? | |
Do you just chalk it up to a sign of the times? | |
Do you talk about the fighting? | |
Never stand up so much as feel uneasy | |
Never speak up so much as think we're dreaming | |
And I am the dream of a child | |
I am the doors of the tor store open wide | |
With my shelves picked clean and empty | |
I am the dream of a child | |
I was told what to be but not how to do it | |
Told to believe but not ever why | |
I go through days where it's always raining | |
My common sense says the sun's in the sky | |
Well is this faith to keep on trying | |
Or am I a dog who knows when to die? | |
I won't know a thing as my flesh turns to soil | |
These days they just rush by | |
I am the king of war | |
I am a rotten dove | |
I am the queen of your fortune | |
And I am your blind, blind love | |
I am the weight of your memory | |
I am the shadow of fear | |
I am the question of the future | |
When your vision turns unclear |
zuo ci : Monks of Doom | |
I said to the fortune teller | |
Won' t you please read me my cards | |
She laid out the deck and asked me | |
How I' d ever gotten this far? | |
I was born by the sea of misfortune | |
I was dragged by thte scruff of my neck | |
Through the drought ravaged fields my house was built in | |
Irrigated lawns in an orange sunset | |
When I was grown I crawled out this city | |
Covered by a blanket of smoke | |
And I pulled myself up to higher ground | |
To look around before I choked | |
And now I' ll fight both tooth and nail | |
Until I get when I' m going to get | |
I' ll hang on with the jaws of a pit bull | |
I won' t let go of what my vision is | |
I am the king of war | |
I am a rotten dove | |
I am the face of innocence lost | |
I can' t find a thing to love | |
If you hear kicking or your hear screaming | |
From the coast of the valley high | |
And you hear of shootings or of beatings | |
Do you try and shield your eye? | |
Do you just chalk it up to a sign of the times? | |
Do you talk about the fighting? | |
Never stand up so much as feel uneasy | |
Never speak up so much as think we' re dreaming | |
And I am the dream of a child | |
I am the doors of the tor store open wide | |
With my shelves picked clean and empty | |
I am the dream of a child | |
I was told what to be but not how to do it | |
Told to believe but not ever why | |
I go through days where it' s always raining | |
My common sense says the sun' s in the sky | |
Well is this faith to keep on trying | |
Or am I a dog who knows when to die? | |
I won' t know a thing as my flesh turns to soil | |
These days they just rush by | |
I am the king of war | |
I am a rotten dove | |
I am the queen of your fortune | |
And I am your blind, blind love | |
I am the weight of your memory | |
I am the shadow of fear | |
I am the question of the future | |
When your vision turns unclear |
zuò cí : Monks of Doom | |
I said to the fortune teller | |
Won' t you please read me my cards | |
She laid out the deck and asked me | |
How I' d ever gotten this far? | |
I was born by the sea of misfortune | |
I was dragged by thte scruff of my neck | |
Through the drought ravaged fields my house was built in | |
Irrigated lawns in an orange sunset | |
When I was grown I crawled out this city | |
Covered by a blanket of smoke | |
And I pulled myself up to higher ground | |
To look around before I choked | |
And now I' ll fight both tooth and nail | |
Until I get when I' m going to get | |
I' ll hang on with the jaws of a pit bull | |
I won' t let go of what my vision is | |
I am the king of war | |
I am a rotten dove | |
I am the face of innocence lost | |
I can' t find a thing to love | |
If you hear kicking or your hear screaming | |
From the coast of the valley high | |
And you hear of shootings or of beatings | |
Do you try and shield your eye? | |
Do you just chalk it up to a sign of the times? | |
Do you talk about the fighting? | |
Never stand up so much as feel uneasy | |
Never speak up so much as think we' re dreaming | |
And I am the dream of a child | |
I am the doors of the tor store open wide | |
With my shelves picked clean and empty | |
I am the dream of a child | |
I was told what to be but not how to do it | |
Told to believe but not ever why | |
I go through days where it' s always raining | |
My common sense says the sun' s in the sky | |
Well is this faith to keep on trying | |
Or am I a dog who knows when to die? | |
I won' t know a thing as my flesh turns to soil | |
These days they just rush by | |
I am the king of war | |
I am a rotten dove | |
I am the queen of your fortune | |
And I am your blind, blind love | |
I am the weight of your memory | |
I am the shadow of fear | |
I am the question of the future | |
When your vision turns unclear |