Song | In The Trash |
Artist | Artillery |
Album | Terror Squad [Remastered + Bonus Tracks] |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Artillery | |
It just isn't what you do - that - leads you where you are | |
Excuses I have heard - over - from you | |
If you really would you - might just have a chance | |
If you really could - you - might just have a hope | |
Your life - your song - isn't worth a damn | |
So go - escape - do the best you can | |
This place looks so familiar, you've been here before | |
Every little brick you know, you're back once more | |
Struggling hard to keep away, from this your private hell | |
Knowing it's no use to kry, escaping from this spell | |
All through the years, fighting to survive | |
Find yourself a manhole, and breathe to stay alive | |
All things that you could have done, pounding in your head | |
Now you're back where you belong, wishin' you were dead | |
All you want is to stay away | |
All you get are glints of the past | |
You know from this smell of decay | |
You know that you're back in the trash | |
And when the night comes, the gutter is your bed | |
And when the sun shines, you'll try to hide your head | |
There's just no help here, no one looks your way | |
There ain't no welfare, the question is: | |
Will you survive the day? | |
You just can't ignore the fact, that you are sinkin' slow | |
Everyonr around you can see you've lost the glow | |
There's no point in actin', you can't hide it anymore | |
You're vulnerable to eyes, they look at you and you feel sore |
zuo qu : Artillery | |
It just isn' t what you do that leads you where you are | |
Excuses I have heard over from you | |
If you really would you might just have a chance | |
If you really could you might just have a hope | |
Your life your song isn' t worth a damn | |
So go escape do the best you can | |
This place looks so familiar, you' ve been here before | |
Every little brick you know, you' re back once more | |
Struggling hard to keep away, from this your private hell | |
Knowing it' s no use to kry, escaping from this spell | |
All through the years, fighting to survive | |
Find yourself a manhole, and breathe to stay alive | |
All things that you could have done, pounding in your head | |
Now you' re back where you belong, wishin' you were dead | |
All you want is to stay away | |
All you get are glints of the past | |
You know from this smell of decay | |
You know that you' re back in the trash | |
And when the night comes, the gutter is your bed | |
And when the sun shines, you' ll try to hide your head | |
There' s just no help here, no one looks your way | |
There ain' t no welfare, the question is: | |
Will you survive the day? | |
You just can' t ignore the fact, that you are sinkin' slow | |
Everyonr around you can see you' ve lost the glow | |
There' s no point in actin', you can' t hide it anymore | |
You' re vulnerable to eyes, they look at you and you feel sore |
zuò qǔ : Artillery | |
It just isn' t what you do that leads you where you are | |
Excuses I have heard over from you | |
If you really would you might just have a chance | |
If you really could you might just have a hope | |
Your life your song isn' t worth a damn | |
So go escape do the best you can | |
This place looks so familiar, you' ve been here before | |
Every little brick you know, you' re back once more | |
Struggling hard to keep away, from this your private hell | |
Knowing it' s no use to kry, escaping from this spell | |
All through the years, fighting to survive | |
Find yourself a manhole, and breathe to stay alive | |
All things that you could have done, pounding in your head | |
Now you' re back where you belong, wishin' you were dead | |
All you want is to stay away | |
All you get are glints of the past | |
You know from this smell of decay | |
You know that you' re back in the trash | |
And when the night comes, the gutter is your bed | |
And when the sun shines, you' ll try to hide your head | |
There' s just no help here, no one looks your way | |
There ain' t no welfare, the question is: | |
Will you survive the day? | |
You just can' t ignore the fact, that you are sinkin' slow | |
Everyonr around you can see you' ve lost the glow | |
There' s no point in actin', you can' t hide it anymore | |
You' re vulnerable to eyes, they look at you and you feel sore |