Song | The Pilgrim's Address |
Artist | Fish |
Album | Fellini Days |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Dick, Wesley | |
Guitar Intro | |
Mr. President, you don't know my name, | |
But you could find it if you really cared, | |
because I pay my taxes and I pay my dues, | |
All I ask for in return is the truth, | |
Can we just be honest, I've heard that speech is free | |
So please believe me that this address is sincere | |
I'm no-one special, just a regular guy | |
But I just can't keep on wondering why | |
That the shells we fired they now kill our own | |
And we waste away like shadows in our homes. | |
I fell from blue skies, fought through desert storms | |
I froze in firefights and killed someone, | |
That had a father who loved him just like mine | |
Who believed the sacrifice was justified, | |
In the name of freedom and in the name of God | |
While shifting sands hid all our sins and all the blood | |
In the wake of glory, I flew back home | |
I watch videos at night in uniform | |
Of those towns and cities being torn apart | |
By those bombs that fool the people by being smart | |
As they flew down chimneys along corridors | |
And explode on film and everyone goes awe! | |
And you read the stories about how no-one's killed | |
And I think about the photo that I kept | |
To remind me that it was all for real | |
And the ghost that I've become wil be released | |
To the sands still shifting that cover all the lies | |
About what really happened and who really died | |
Was it really worth it? | |
Was it worth the cost? | |
Did we really take the high ground or have we lost | |
All the moral battles did we lose the war | |
Mr. President I need to know for sure | |
That with all this knowledge all this control | |
That we were on the side of right after all | |
That we weren't lied to, that we weren't used | |
And the country that we fought for still upholds the truth | |
Mr. President you don't know my name | |
But you could find it if you really cared | |
It's on a black wall on a cross of stone | |
In the Balkan States, the Gulf and close to home | |
On not so foreign islands out on city streets | |
Mr. President just tell me why I'm here | |
This is my question, this is my life this is my address Mr. President |
zuo ci : Dick, Wesley | |
Guitar Intro | |
Mr. President, you don' t know my name, | |
But you could find it if you really cared, | |
because I pay my taxes and I pay my dues, | |
All I ask for in return is the truth, | |
Can we just be honest, I' ve heard that speech is free | |
So please believe me that this address is sincere | |
I' m noone special, just a regular guy | |
But I just can' t keep on wondering why | |
That the shells we fired they now kill our own | |
And we waste away like shadows in our homes. | |
I fell from blue skies, fought through desert storms | |
I froze in firefights and killed someone, | |
That had a father who loved him just like mine | |
Who believed the sacrifice was justified, | |
In the name of freedom and in the name of God | |
While shifting sands hid all our sins and all the blood | |
In the wake of glory, I flew back home | |
I watch videos at night in uniform | |
Of those towns and cities being torn apart | |
By those bombs that fool the people by being smart | |
As they flew down chimneys along corridors | |
And explode on film and everyone goes awe! | |
And you read the stories about how noone' s killed | |
And I think about the photo that I kept | |
To remind me that it was all for real | |
And the ghost that I' ve become wil be released | |
To the sands still shifting that cover all the lies | |
About what really happened and who really died | |
Was it really worth it? | |
Was it worth the cost? | |
Did we really take the high ground or have we lost | |
All the moral battles did we lose the war | |
Mr. President I need to know for sure | |
That with all this knowledge all this control | |
That we were on the side of right after all | |
That we weren' t lied to, that we weren' t used | |
And the country that we fought for still upholds the truth | |
Mr. President you don' t know my name | |
But you could find it if you really cared | |
It' s on a black wall on a cross of stone | |
In the Balkan States, the Gulf and close to home | |
On not so foreign islands out on city streets | |
Mr. President just tell me why I' m here | |
This is my question, this is my life this is my address Mr. President |
zuò cí : Dick, Wesley | |
Guitar Intro | |
Mr. President, you don' t know my name, | |
But you could find it if you really cared, | |
because I pay my taxes and I pay my dues, | |
All I ask for in return is the truth, | |
Can we just be honest, I' ve heard that speech is free | |
So please believe me that this address is sincere | |
I' m noone special, just a regular guy | |
But I just can' t keep on wondering why | |
That the shells we fired they now kill our own | |
And we waste away like shadows in our homes. | |
I fell from blue skies, fought through desert storms | |
I froze in firefights and killed someone, | |
That had a father who loved him just like mine | |
Who believed the sacrifice was justified, | |
In the name of freedom and in the name of God | |
While shifting sands hid all our sins and all the blood | |
In the wake of glory, I flew back home | |
I watch videos at night in uniform | |
Of those towns and cities being torn apart | |
By those bombs that fool the people by being smart | |
As they flew down chimneys along corridors | |
And explode on film and everyone goes awe! | |
And you read the stories about how noone' s killed | |
And I think about the photo that I kept | |
To remind me that it was all for real | |
And the ghost that I' ve become wil be released | |
To the sands still shifting that cover all the lies | |
About what really happened and who really died | |
Was it really worth it? | |
Was it worth the cost? | |
Did we really take the high ground or have we lost | |
All the moral battles did we lose the war | |
Mr. President I need to know for sure | |
That with all this knowledge all this control | |
That we were on the side of right after all | |
That we weren' t lied to, that we weren' t used | |
And the country that we fought for still upholds the truth | |
Mr. President you don' t know my name | |
But you could find it if you really cared | |
It' s on a black wall on a cross of stone | |
In the Balkan States, the Gulf and close to home | |
On not so foreign islands out on city streets | |
Mr. President just tell me why I' m here | |
This is my question, this is my life this is my address Mr. President |