Song | Die While We're Young |
Artist | A Wilhelm Scream |
Album | Career Suicide |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Angelini, Levesque, Pereira ... | |
It's been years since | |
I sold my soul. | |
What a life: no advice and no guidance. | |
Worked through the weekend at my bullshit job with the pumps and the mops and the tire irons. | |
Now us slaves break bread and go to work. | |
And these pigs will tread on our backs. | |
Every bastard to pass through the grinder can just laugh at the mania of his own nerves. | |
I had to go to class but just drove on through the rain and fog up | |
Route Six past the mall. | |
Drank through paychecks, they don't last so long. | |
But Monday we're on. | |
Please, Monday, come. | |
Now us slaves break bread and go to work. | |
And these pigs will tread on our backs. | |
Every bastard to pass through the grinder can just laugh at the mania of his own nerves. | |
And embossed in the gold top half of his nickel-plated watch: "Let's die while we're young." "Let's die while we're young." "Let's die while we're young." | |
While we're still young. | |
While us slaves break bread and go to work, where sick pigs will shit down our backs. | |
Every bastard to pass through the grinder our resolve is a reminder we are guts and bone. | |
And attached to the three ring binder, reminders of our old pact: let's die while we're young. let's die while we're young. let's die while we're young. | |
But now we're too old for that. |
zuo qu : Angelini, Levesque, Pereira ... | |
It' s been years since | |
I sold my soul. | |
What a life: no advice and no guidance. | |
Worked through the weekend at my bullshit job with the pumps and the mops and the tire irons. | |
Now us slaves break bread and go to work. | |
And these pigs will tread on our backs. | |
Every bastard to pass through the grinder can just laugh at the mania of his own nerves. | |
I had to go to class but just drove on through the rain and fog up | |
Route Six past the mall. | |
Drank through paychecks, they don' t last so long. | |
But Monday we' re on. | |
Please, Monday, come. | |
Now us slaves break bread and go to work. | |
And these pigs will tread on our backs. | |
Every bastard to pass through the grinder can just laugh at the mania of his own nerves. | |
And embossed in the gold top half of his nickelplated watch: " Let' s die while we' re young." " Let' s die while we' re young." " Let' s die while we' re young." | |
While we' re still young. | |
While us slaves break bread and go to work, where sick pigs will shit down our backs. | |
Every bastard to pass through the grinder our resolve is a reminder we are guts and bone. | |
And attached to the three ring binder, reminders of our old pact: let' s die while we' re young. let' s die while we' re young. let' s die while we' re young. | |
But now we' re too old for that. |
zuò qǔ : Angelini, Levesque, Pereira ... | |
It' s been years since | |
I sold my soul. | |
What a life: no advice and no guidance. | |
Worked through the weekend at my bullshit job with the pumps and the mops and the tire irons. | |
Now us slaves break bread and go to work. | |
And these pigs will tread on our backs. | |
Every bastard to pass through the grinder can just laugh at the mania of his own nerves. | |
I had to go to class but just drove on through the rain and fog up | |
Route Six past the mall. | |
Drank through paychecks, they don' t last so long. | |
But Monday we' re on. | |
Please, Monday, come. | |
Now us slaves break bread and go to work. | |
And these pigs will tread on our backs. | |
Every bastard to pass through the grinder can just laugh at the mania of his own nerves. | |
And embossed in the gold top half of his nickelplated watch: " Let' s die while we' re young." " Let' s die while we' re young." " Let' s die while we' re young." | |
While we' re still young. | |
While us slaves break bread and go to work, where sick pigs will shit down our backs. | |
Every bastard to pass through the grinder our resolve is a reminder we are guts and bone. | |
And attached to the three ring binder, reminders of our old pact: let' s die while we' re young. let' s die while we' re young. let' s die while we' re young. | |
But now we' re too old for that. |