Song | Lords Of The New Church |
Artist | Tasmin Archer |
Album | Great Expectations |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Archer, Beck, Hughes | |
here's the man whose voice speaks for everyone | |
and whose actions touch the lives of us all | |
he rose with energy and style | |
shake my hand, kiss my child | |
sway us all with your smile | |
he readily accepts acclaim | |
but soon forgets that he came | |
from the back streets like them | |
so we pray to the east | |
we pray to the west | |
and we see the gods of the new church | |
as they undertake their vow | |
tell me who can save us now? | |
save us from the lords of the new church | |
don't say no | |
here's the man some believe is a visionary | |
here's the man who is driven by greed | |
he made a fortune overnight | |
in a deal that he knew | |
was too good to be true | |
as he bends the rules of play | |
becomes obsessed with the game | |
has to go all the way | |
they feast and they fly | |
while we pay the real price | |
but what price do we place on life? |
zuo ci : Archer, Beck, Hughes | |
here' s the man whose voice speaks for everyone | |
and whose actions touch the lives of us all | |
he rose with energy and style | |
shake my hand, kiss my child | |
sway us all with your smile | |
he readily accepts acclaim | |
but soon forgets that he came | |
from the back streets like them | |
so we pray to the east | |
we pray to the west | |
and we see the gods of the new church | |
as they undertake their vow | |
tell me who can save us now? | |
save us from the lords of the new church | |
don' t say no | |
here' s the man some believe is a visionary | |
here' s the man who is driven by greed | |
he made a fortune overnight | |
in a deal that he knew | |
was too good to be true | |
as he bends the rules of play | |
becomes obsessed with the game | |
has to go all the way | |
they feast and they fly | |
while we pay the real price | |
but what price do we place on life? |
zuò cí : Archer, Beck, Hughes | |
here' s the man whose voice speaks for everyone | |
and whose actions touch the lives of us all | |
he rose with energy and style | |
shake my hand, kiss my child | |
sway us all with your smile | |
he readily accepts acclaim | |
but soon forgets that he came | |
from the back streets like them | |
so we pray to the east | |
we pray to the west | |
and we see the gods of the new church | |
as they undertake their vow | |
tell me who can save us now? | |
save us from the lords of the new church | |
don' t say no | |
here' s the man some believe is a visionary | |
here' s the man who is driven by greed | |
he made a fortune overnight | |
in a deal that he knew | |
was too good to be true | |
as he bends the rules of play | |
becomes obsessed with the game | |
has to go all the way | |
they feast and they fly | |
while we pay the real price | |
but what price do we place on life? |