Song | Satellite |
Artist | Sex Pistols |
Album | The Sex Pistols |
Satellite--The Faulty | |
The kids are ready | |
Death制作 | |
suddenly, like a gust of wind, the machine changes our design | |
parallel to the offbeat drums that keep us all out of pace | |
uncertain and cold, like you've been for days | |
one can see how this mess all started | |
it only took one time.time... | |
so I'll be riding home in tanks (wouldn't you say?) | |
so I'll be riding home in tanks | |
bundled up like I was six years old | |
so I'll be riding home in tanks | |
see how high flags fly when everyone is tied | |
to their offices, blindfolded, gagged, begging | |
"I've never said a word" | |
we've become what we hate | |
what do we even stand for anymore, growing in numbers | |
she's breaking at the seams | |
it only took one time.time!!! | |
so I'll be riding home in tanks (wouldn't you say?) | |
so I'll be riding home in tanks | |
bundled up like I was six years deep | |
so I'll be seeing you in time...time...time... | |
(the price we pay...)I'm riding home in tanks...tanks... | |
before it's over and we lose everything... |
SatelliteThe Faulty | |
The kids are ready | |
Death zhì zuò | |
suddenly, like a gust of wind, the machine changes our design | |
parallel to the offbeat drums that keep us all out of pace | |
uncertain and cold, like you' ve been for days | |
one can see how this mess all started | |
it only took one time. time... | |
so I' ll be riding home in tanks wouldn' t you say? | |
so I' ll be riding home in tanks | |
bundled up like I was six years old | |
so I' ll be riding home in tanks | |
see how high flags fly when everyone is tied | |
to their offices, blindfolded, gagged, begging | |
" I' ve never said a word" | |
we' ve become what we hate | |
what do we even stand for anymore, growing in numbers | |
she' s breaking at the seams | |
it only took one time. time!!! | |
so I' ll be riding home in tanks wouldn' t you say? | |
so I' ll be riding home in tanks | |
bundled up like I was six years deep | |
so I' ll be seeing you in time... time... time... | |
the price we pay... I' m riding home in tanks... tanks... | |
before it' s over and we lose everything... |