| Song | Mercenaries |
| Artist | Angels & Airwaves |
| Album | The Dream Walker |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Tom DeLonge/Ilan Rubin | |
| [First Verse] | |
| Can you come on, out of the cold | |
| How do we make it out alive | |
| Get a weapon, locking the door | |
| Staying awake to stay alive | |
| Kill the fallen, knife in the back | |
| Plan of attack, a beady eye | |
| As you follow, head out the pack | |
| Flood out the rat and stab em' dry | |
| Got ya' come on, going in deep | |
| Falling asleep, an open door | |
| Get the ballast, crawl up the coast | |
| Pull on the neck and cut the cord | |
| Can you hold it, get me a rope | |
| Combing the lake to find your god | |
| Like a bullet, follow the smoke | |
| Gather the snake and cut it off | |
| [Pre-Chorus] | |
| Ghosts harrowing front lines | |
| On a lonely cove | |
| And they left behind | |
| A bit of sorrow | |
| [Chorus] | |
| You didn't need to count me out | |
| When the final push is a little weight on your neck sometimes | |
| You didn't need to count me out | |
| When you're feeling low, here's a little hand from above | |
| Cause you're on my mind | |
| [Second Verse] | |
| You kinda got it, further a cause | |
| Broaden the reach, a little pain | |
| Like a comet, burn up and die | |
| Hear a pin drop a mile away | |
| Like a disease, move with a tease | |
| Glide of the feet, an atom bomb | |
| As you're dying, both of your knees | |
| Fall to the street and carry on | |
| [Pre-Chorus] | |
| Ghosts harrowing front lines | |
| On a lonely cove | |
| And they left behind | |
| A bit of sorrow | |
| Ghosts harrowing front lines | |
| On a lonely cove | |
| And they left behind | |
| A bit of sorrow | |
| [Chorus] | |
| You didn't need to count me out | |
| When the final push is a little weight on your neck sometimes | |
| You didn't need to count me out | |
| When you're feeling low, here's a little hand from above | |
| Cause you're on my mind | |
| [Instrumental Bridge] | |
| [Chorus] | |
| You didn't need to count me out | |
| When the final push is a little weight on your neck sometimes | |
| You didn't need to count me out | |
| When you're feeling low, here's a little hand from above | |
| Cause you're on my mind | |
| You didn't need to count me out | |
| (Ghosts harrowing front lines on a lonely cove) | |
| When the final push is a little weight on your neck sometimes | |
| (And they left behind a bit of sorrow) | |
| You didn't need to count me out | |
| (Ghosts harrowing front lines on a lonely cove) | |
| When you're feeling low, here's a little hand from above | |
| Cause you're on my mind | |
| (And they left behind a bit of sorrow) |
| zuo qu : Tom DeLonge Ilan Rubin | |
| First Verse | |
| Can you come on, out of the cold | |
| How do we make it out alive | |
| Get a weapon, locking the door | |
| Staying awake to stay alive | |
| Kill the fallen, knife in the back | |
| Plan of attack, a beady eye | |
| As you follow, head out the pack | |
| Flood out the rat and stab em' dry | |
| Got ya' come on, going in deep | |
| Falling asleep, an open door | |
| Get the ballast, crawl up the coast | |
| Pull on the neck and cut the cord | |
| Can you hold it, get me a rope | |
| Combing the lake to find your god | |
| Like a bullet, follow the smoke | |
| Gather the snake and cut it off | |
| PreChorus | |
| Ghosts harrowing front lines | |
| On a lonely cove | |
| And they left behind | |
| A bit of sorrow | |
| Chorus | |
| You didn' t need to count me out | |
| When the final push is a little weight on your neck sometimes | |
| You didn' t need to count me out | |
| When you' re feeling low, here' s a little hand from above | |
| Cause you' re on my mind | |
| Second Verse | |
| You kinda got it, further a cause | |
| Broaden the reach, a little pain | |
| Like a comet, burn up and die | |
| Hear a pin drop a mile away | |
| Like a disease, move with a tease | |
| Glide of the feet, an atom bomb | |
| As you' re dying, both of your knees | |
| Fall to the street and carry on | |
| PreChorus | |
| Ghosts harrowing front lines | |
| On a lonely cove | |
| And they left behind | |
| A bit of sorrow | |
| Ghosts harrowing front lines | |
| On a lonely cove | |
| And they left behind | |
| A bit of sorrow | |
| Chorus | |
| You didn' t need to count me out | |
| When the final push is a little weight on your neck sometimes | |
| You didn' t need to count me out | |
| When you' re feeling low, here' s a little hand from above | |
| Cause you' re on my mind | |
| Instrumental Bridge | |
| Chorus | |
| You didn' t need to count me out | |
| When the final push is a little weight on your neck sometimes | |
| You didn' t need to count me out | |
| When you' re feeling low, here' s a little hand from above | |
| Cause you' re on my mind | |
| You didn' t need to count me out | |
| Ghosts harrowing front lines on a lonely cove | |
| When the final push is a little weight on your neck sometimes | |
| And they left behind a bit of sorrow | |
| You didn' t need to count me out | |
| Ghosts harrowing front lines on a lonely cove | |
| When you' re feeling low, here' s a little hand from above | |
| Cause you' re on my mind | |
| And they left behind a bit of sorrow |
| zuò qǔ : Tom DeLonge Ilan Rubin | |
| First Verse | |
| Can you come on, out of the cold | |
| How do we make it out alive | |
| Get a weapon, locking the door | |
| Staying awake to stay alive | |
| Kill the fallen, knife in the back | |
| Plan of attack, a beady eye | |
| As you follow, head out the pack | |
| Flood out the rat and stab em' dry | |
| Got ya' come on, going in deep | |
| Falling asleep, an open door | |
| Get the ballast, crawl up the coast | |
| Pull on the neck and cut the cord | |
| Can you hold it, get me a rope | |
| Combing the lake to find your god | |
| Like a bullet, follow the smoke | |
| Gather the snake and cut it off | |
| PreChorus | |
| Ghosts harrowing front lines | |
| On a lonely cove | |
| And they left behind | |
| A bit of sorrow | |
| Chorus | |
| You didn' t need to count me out | |
| When the final push is a little weight on your neck sometimes | |
| You didn' t need to count me out | |
| When you' re feeling low, here' s a little hand from above | |
| Cause you' re on my mind | |
| Second Verse | |
| You kinda got it, further a cause | |
| Broaden the reach, a little pain | |
| Like a comet, burn up and die | |
| Hear a pin drop a mile away | |
| Like a disease, move with a tease | |
| Glide of the feet, an atom bomb | |
| As you' re dying, both of your knees | |
| Fall to the street and carry on | |
| PreChorus | |
| Ghosts harrowing front lines | |
| On a lonely cove | |
| And they left behind | |
| A bit of sorrow | |
| Ghosts harrowing front lines | |
| On a lonely cove | |
| And they left behind | |
| A bit of sorrow | |
| Chorus | |
| You didn' t need to count me out | |
| When the final push is a little weight on your neck sometimes | |
| You didn' t need to count me out | |
| When you' re feeling low, here' s a little hand from above | |
| Cause you' re on my mind | |
| Instrumental Bridge | |
| Chorus | |
| You didn' t need to count me out | |
| When the final push is a little weight on your neck sometimes | |
| You didn' t need to count me out | |
| When you' re feeling low, here' s a little hand from above | |
| Cause you' re on my mind | |
| You didn' t need to count me out | |
| Ghosts harrowing front lines on a lonely cove | |
| When the final push is a little weight on your neck sometimes | |
| And they left behind a bit of sorrow | |
| You didn' t need to count me out | |
| Ghosts harrowing front lines on a lonely cove | |
| When you' re feeling low, here' s a little hand from above | |
| Cause you' re on my mind | |
| And they left behind a bit of sorrow |