Song | The Little Children |
Artist | David Axelrod |
Album | David Axelrod |
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作词 : Axelrod | |
*Choir singing* | |
[Verse 1: Ras Kass] | |
Capable of good and evil, so who'll lead you | |
Feed you to the beast cause politicians don't need you | |
Being a child is illegal, no bids, exam you pantin his ball eagle | |
Then two voices spoke; | |
We do, we bids in trouble and hunger | |
We bid for their life and lamb | |
When it get to be too many, we'll take care of them | |
Like I own, we'll hide 'em in secret places where no-one can hear they moan | |
[Verse 2: Ras Kass] | |
Uh uh, I bid, I bid said the crowd just screamin | |
I bid for them all | |
I'll teach them a thou-sand things | |
To lie, to sneak, and to crawl | |
They'll sleep in my place like maggots | |
And if they work out like I want | |
It won't have to work ahaha | |
[Verse 3: Ras Kass] | |
No, I'll bid you higher and even higher, if I have to | |
Said Chron with his wolf's grin | |
I love to lead the children | |
And all those nice paths of sin | |
They'll all budge up to steal | |
The great cities streets they'll feel | |
And they'll grow too old to pity | |
Just right for the cops to kill | |
Give +me+ the little children | |
You good, you rich, and you wise | |
And while the busy world spins around | |
While you shut your goddamn eyes | |
And your judges will all have work | |
And your lawyers will flat their tongues | |
And you jail goils and cops will be the fathers to your young | |
Hahahaha | |
Auction of your future |
zuo ci : Axelrod | |
Choir singing | |
Verse 1: Ras Kass | |
Capable of good and evil, so who' ll lead you | |
Feed you to the beast cause politicians don' t need you | |
Being a child is illegal, no bids, exam you pantin his ball eagle | |
Then two voices spoke | |
We do, we bids in trouble and hunger | |
We bid for their life and lamb | |
When it get to be too many, we' ll take care of them | |
Like I own, we' ll hide ' em in secret places where noone can hear they moan | |
Verse 2: Ras Kass | |
Uh uh, I bid, I bid said the crowd just screamin | |
I bid for them all | |
I' ll teach them a thousand things | |
To lie, to sneak, and to crawl | |
They' ll sleep in my place like maggots | |
And if they work out like I want | |
It won' t have to work ahaha | |
Verse 3: Ras Kass | |
No, I' ll bid you higher and even higher, if I have to | |
Said Chron with his wolf' s grin | |
I love to lead the children | |
And all those nice paths of sin | |
They' ll all budge up to steal | |
The great cities streets they' ll feel | |
And they' ll grow too old to pity | |
Just right for the cops to kill | |
Give me the little children | |
You good, you rich, and you wise | |
And while the busy world spins around | |
While you shut your goddamn eyes | |
And your judges will all have work | |
And your lawyers will flat their tongues | |
And you jail goils and cops will be the fathers to your young | |
Hahahaha | |
Auction of your future |
zuò cí : Axelrod | |
Choir singing | |
Verse 1: Ras Kass | |
Capable of good and evil, so who' ll lead you | |
Feed you to the beast cause politicians don' t need you | |
Being a child is illegal, no bids, exam you pantin his ball eagle | |
Then two voices spoke | |
We do, we bids in trouble and hunger | |
We bid for their life and lamb | |
When it get to be too many, we' ll take care of them | |
Like I own, we' ll hide ' em in secret places where noone can hear they moan | |
Verse 2: Ras Kass | |
Uh uh, I bid, I bid said the crowd just screamin | |
I bid for them all | |
I' ll teach them a thousand things | |
To lie, to sneak, and to crawl | |
They' ll sleep in my place like maggots | |
And if they work out like I want | |
It won' t have to work ahaha | |
Verse 3: Ras Kass | |
No, I' ll bid you higher and even higher, if I have to | |
Said Chron with his wolf' s grin | |
I love to lead the children | |
And all those nice paths of sin | |
They' ll all budge up to steal | |
The great cities streets they' ll feel | |
And they' ll grow too old to pity | |
Just right for the cops to kill | |
Give me the little children | |
You good, you rich, and you wise | |
And while the busy world spins around | |
While you shut your goddamn eyes | |
And your judges will all have work | |
And your lawyers will flat their tongues | |
And you jail goils and cops will be the fathers to your young | |
Hahahaha | |
Auction of your future |