Song | Will Of The Gun |
Artist | Tom Cochrane |
Album | Ragged Ass Road |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Ducharme | |
I find it hard to imagine | |
This world without guns and wars | |
When we have our own private battles | |
Our own bashing and slamming of doors | |
What makes us want to hurt each other | |
Can you help me to understand | |
Why does history repeat itself | |
And a man keep killing a man | |
CHORUS | |
If i believe like you believe | |
Then I guess we can be one | |
But when it comes down to the crossfire babe | |
It's down to the will off the gun | |
I get so tired by how late it's got | |
That I wonder if i'm awake or not | |
We've come this far but there's so far to go | |
We've learned so much but we still don't know | |
We used to care for each other | |
I remember we were good friends once | |
But now we barely talk to each other | |
We got nothing to say: and the deal is done | |
CHORUS | |
Are we oblivious to the stains on the sheets | |
Have we grown immune to the blood on the street | |
The colour of my flag ain't the colour of your skin | |
Why must somebody lose so | |
Somebody can win | |
If I believe like you believe | |
Then I guess we can be one | |
But when it comes down to the crossfire babe | |
It's down to the will of the gun | |
If I believe like you believe | |
Then I guess it comes down to religion | |
But when it comes down to the crossfire babe | |
It's down to the will | |
Down to the will of the gun | |
Ooooo...the will of the gun |
zuo ci : Ducharme | |
I find it hard to imagine | |
This world without guns and wars | |
When we have our own private battles | |
Our own bashing and slamming of doors | |
What makes us want to hurt each other | |
Can you help me to understand | |
Why does history repeat itself | |
And a man keep killing a man | |
CHORUS | |
If i believe like you believe | |
Then I guess we can be one | |
But when it comes down to the crossfire babe | |
It' s down to the will off the gun | |
I get so tired by how late it' s got | |
That I wonder if i' m awake or not | |
We' ve come this far but there' s so far to go | |
We' ve learned so much but we still don' t know | |
We used to care for each other | |
I remember we were good friends once | |
But now we barely talk to each other | |
We got nothing to say: and the deal is done | |
CHORUS | |
Are we oblivious to the stains on the sheets | |
Have we grown immune to the blood on the street | |
The colour of my flag ain' t the colour of your skin | |
Why must somebody lose so | |
Somebody can win | |
If I believe like you believe | |
Then I guess we can be one | |
But when it comes down to the crossfire babe | |
It' s down to the will of the gun | |
If I believe like you believe | |
Then I guess it comes down to religion | |
But when it comes down to the crossfire babe | |
It' s down to the will | |
Down to the will of the gun | |
Ooooo... the will of the gun |
zuò cí : Ducharme | |
I find it hard to imagine | |
This world without guns and wars | |
When we have our own private battles | |
Our own bashing and slamming of doors | |
What makes us want to hurt each other | |
Can you help me to understand | |
Why does history repeat itself | |
And a man keep killing a man | |
CHORUS | |
If i believe like you believe | |
Then I guess we can be one | |
But when it comes down to the crossfire babe | |
It' s down to the will off the gun | |
I get so tired by how late it' s got | |
That I wonder if i' m awake or not | |
We' ve come this far but there' s so far to go | |
We' ve learned so much but we still don' t know | |
We used to care for each other | |
I remember we were good friends once | |
But now we barely talk to each other | |
We got nothing to say: and the deal is done | |
CHORUS | |
Are we oblivious to the stains on the sheets | |
Have we grown immune to the blood on the street | |
The colour of my flag ain' t the colour of your skin | |
Why must somebody lose so | |
Somebody can win | |
If I believe like you believe | |
Then I guess we can be one | |
But when it comes down to the crossfire babe | |
It' s down to the will of the gun | |
If I believe like you believe | |
Then I guess it comes down to religion | |
But when it comes down to the crossfire babe | |
It' s down to the will | |
Down to the will of the gun | |
Ooooo... the will of the gun |