Song | The Paint Thins |
Artist | Harem Scarem |
Album | Live at the Gods 2002 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Hess, Lesperance | |
Rage, your involuntary martyr | |
Caged by the conscience and the throne | |
Gotta fight for what you need | |
But be careful what you breathe | |
Staged by the puppets and the trolls | |
Fame for the power hungry mongers | |
Enslaved by the towers made of stone | |
Will the Virgin Mary grieve | |
For the parting of the sleaze | |
Insane in every sense of the word | |
A pending haze on this trite sinned world | |
Wait til we lay still | |
Dare we stray to this right wing world | |
We gave in - the paint thins | |
Claims to a sacreligious other | |
They dangle the carrot in front of me | |
And the acid burns the keys | |
To the doors that house the weak | |
Only saved by exile to kingdom come |
zuo qu : Hess, Lesperance | |
Rage, your involuntary martyr | |
Caged by the conscience and the throne | |
Gotta fight for what you need | |
But be careful what you breathe | |
Staged by the puppets and the trolls | |
Fame for the power hungry mongers | |
Enslaved by the towers made of stone | |
Will the Virgin Mary grieve | |
For the parting of the sleaze | |
Insane in every sense of the word | |
A pending haze on this trite sinned world | |
Wait til we lay still | |
Dare we stray to this right wing world | |
We gave in the paint thins | |
Claims to a sacreligious other | |
They dangle the carrot in front of me | |
And the acid burns the keys | |
To the doors that house the weak | |
Only saved by exile to kingdom come |
zuò qǔ : Hess, Lesperance | |
Rage, your involuntary martyr | |
Caged by the conscience and the throne | |
Gotta fight for what you need | |
But be careful what you breathe | |
Staged by the puppets and the trolls | |
Fame for the power hungry mongers | |
Enslaved by the towers made of stone | |
Will the Virgin Mary grieve | |
For the parting of the sleaze | |
Insane in every sense of the word | |
A pending haze on this trite sinned world | |
Wait til we lay still | |
Dare we stray to this right wing world | |
We gave in the paint thins | |
Claims to a sacreligious other | |
They dangle the carrot in front of me | |
And the acid burns the keys | |
To the doors that house the weak | |
Only saved by exile to kingdom come |