Song | Boot Scraper |
Artist | Lamb of God |
Album | As the Palaces Burn |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Lamb Of God | |
Watch the broken common man | |
Drown his sorrows at unhappy hour | |
Dirty and sweaty | |
With just enough to get by | |
Calluses on his hands, calluses on his soul | |
Hard-boiled son of a ************ | |
Scraping away on the down hill grind | |
It's a means to an end, a mean end for most | |
Death and domestication ends in shattered hopes | |
Can't see the hand at the other end of the leash | |
Turn and bite | |
Turn and bite the hand that bleeds you dry | |
Throw yourself a bone, no one else will | |
Compromise leads to self-loathing | |
Money the excrement of labor | |
And you don't get to keep ************t | |
Except politics and power trips | |
And a bad breath down your neck | |
I know | |
For I have toiled in the halls of the mighty | |
And not received a teardrop in a bucket | |
Mother******* it | |
The world doesn't owe me a thing | |
But you do (mother******) | |
So crooked when you die | |
They're gonna have to screw your ass into the ground | |
As life slowly unravels | |
Rise above, extract your life | |
Will you look within | |
Then turn around and bite? | |
Day by day the mask suffocates your life | |
Is this any way to live? | |
No | |
No | |
No ******* way |
zuo qu : Lamb Of God | |
Watch the broken common man | |
Drown his sorrows at unhappy hour | |
Dirty and sweaty | |
With just enough to get by | |
Calluses on his hands, calluses on his soul | |
Hardboiled son of a | |
Scraping away on the down hill grind | |
It' s a means to an end, a mean end for most | |
Death and domestication ends in shattered hopes | |
Can' t see the hand at the other end of the leash | |
Turn and bite | |
Turn and bite the hand that bleeds you dry | |
Throw yourself a bone, no one else will | |
Compromise leads to selfloathing | |
Money the excrement of labor | |
And you don' t get to keep t | |
Except politics and power trips | |
And a bad breath down your neck | |
I know | |
For I have toiled in the halls of the mighty | |
And not received a teardrop in a bucket | |
Mother it | |
The world doesn' t owe me a thing | |
But you do mother | |
So crooked when you die | |
They' re gonna have to screw your ass into the ground | |
As life slowly unravels | |
Rise above, extract your life | |
Will you look within | |
Then turn around and bite? | |
Day by day the mask suffocates your life | |
Is this any way to live? | |
No | |
No | |
No way |
zuò qǔ : Lamb Of God | |
Watch the broken common man | |
Drown his sorrows at unhappy hour | |
Dirty and sweaty | |
With just enough to get by | |
Calluses on his hands, calluses on his soul | |
Hardboiled son of a | |
Scraping away on the down hill grind | |
It' s a means to an end, a mean end for most | |
Death and domestication ends in shattered hopes | |
Can' t see the hand at the other end of the leash | |
Turn and bite | |
Turn and bite the hand that bleeds you dry | |
Throw yourself a bone, no one else will | |
Compromise leads to selfloathing | |
Money the excrement of labor | |
And you don' t get to keep t | |
Except politics and power trips | |
And a bad breath down your neck | |
I know | |
For I have toiled in the halls of the mighty | |
And not received a teardrop in a bucket | |
Mother it | |
The world doesn' t owe me a thing | |
But you do mother | |
So crooked when you die | |
They' re gonna have to screw your ass into the ground | |
As life slowly unravels | |
Rise above, extract your life | |
Will you look within | |
Then turn around and bite? | |
Day by day the mask suffocates your life | |
Is this any way to live? | |
No | |
No | |
No way |