Song | Rebel King |
Artist | Julian Lennon |
Album | Help Yourself |
作曲 : Ezrin, Lennon, Moore | |
Hate city rivals first pulse and then freakola | |
Dreaming of redemption, no end | |
To the living edit, the sound of amputation | |
Or the centrifugal pull of an endless bend | |
Until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down | |
There's a shimmering dog sayin' danger what's at work here | |
The in growing twitch of faceless laughter | |
A cause without end to serve forever | |
The missionary madness of the sacrificial lamb | |
Until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down | |
Not until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down | |
Until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down | |
Not until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down | |
On the hero's tomb is written | |
Not what he was, but what he should've been | |
And nothing you can do will change the circumstances | |
Just a mild infuriation with statistics of sin | |
Until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down | |
Not until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down | |
Until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down | |
Not until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down | |
A circular lie in a calibrated order | |
Weathering time with salt 'n' water | |
Tears that you cry are your endeavor | |
To break into the madness of imaginary lines, until | |
You shoot, shoot that rebel king down | |
Not until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down ' | |
Til you shoot, shoot that rebel king down | |
Not until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down ' | |
Til you shoot, shoot that rebel king down | |
Not until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down |
zuò qǔ : Ezrin, Lennon, Moore | |
Hate city rivals first pulse and then freakola | |
Dreaming of redemption, no end | |
To the living edit, the sound of amputation | |
Or the centrifugal pull of an endless bend | |
Until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down | |
There' s a shimmering dog sayin' danger what' s at work here | |
The in growing twitch of faceless laughter | |
A cause without end to serve forever | |
The missionary madness of the sacrificial lamb | |
Until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down | |
Not until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down | |
Until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down | |
Not until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down | |
On the hero' s tomb is written | |
Not what he was, but what he should' ve been | |
And nothing you can do will change the circumstances | |
Just a mild infuriation with statistics of sin | |
Until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down | |
Not until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down | |
Until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down | |
Not until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down | |
A circular lie in a calibrated order | |
Weathering time with salt ' n' water | |
Tears that you cry are your endeavor | |
To break into the madness of imaginary lines, until | |
You shoot, shoot that rebel king down | |
Not until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down ' | |
Til you shoot, shoot that rebel king down | |
Not until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down ' | |
Til you shoot, shoot that rebel king down | |
Not until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down |