Song | In Defense of Our Good Name |
Artist | Lamb of God |
Album | As the Palaces Burn |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Lamb Of God | |
Returning to solace | |
So sweet like honeysuckle on the tongue | |
The sound of silence blesses my ears | |
Enveloping like the earth I will one day lie in | |
Metropolis is bad to wither the soul | |
Roaring concrete and steel washes you in blood. | |
So let you point and laugh | |
Provincial ain't so bad. | |
Take me back down to where I belong | |
To rust in rivers. | |
I do not covet any man's life | |
I know my place all to well | |
One man's paradise is another man's living hell. | |
To each their own | |
Generations ago made this place my own | |
The roots are deep and strong | |
Carry them wherever I go. | |
Never wanted your approval | |
Never wanted your acceptance | |
Never wanted to be anything but me | |
Never wanted to be anywhere but here. | |
Carry me Southeast bound home | |
To speak in defense of our good name | |
Lay me to rest with my kin | |
In the ground of God's country. | |
Lash out at any who would smear you with hate | |
Deify no one, Never crawl ashamed | |
The past screams injustice on Southern night wind | |
Whips Manacles Chains Musket balls | |
A dark history never forgotten | |
Only misconception remains. | |
Speak in defense of our good name | |
The blood of kin grants absolution | |
I'll join them soon enough kin the ground of God's country. | |
Never wanted your acceptance | |
Never wanted your approval | |
Never wanted to be anything but me | |
Never wanted to be anywhere but here. |
zuo qu : Lamb Of God | |
Returning to solace | |
So sweet like honeysuckle on the tongue | |
The sound of silence blesses my ears | |
Enveloping like the earth I will one day lie in | |
Metropolis is bad to wither the soul | |
Roaring concrete and steel washes you in blood. | |
So let you point and laugh | |
Provincial ain' t so bad. | |
Take me back down to where I belong | |
To rust in rivers. | |
I do not covet any man' s life | |
I know my place all to well | |
One man' s paradise is another man' s living hell. | |
To each their own | |
Generations ago made this place my own | |
The roots are deep and strong | |
Carry them wherever I go. | |
Never wanted your approval | |
Never wanted your acceptance | |
Never wanted to be anything but me | |
Never wanted to be anywhere but here. | |
Carry me Southeast bound home | |
To speak in defense of our good name | |
Lay me to rest with my kin | |
In the ground of God' s country. | |
Lash out at any who would smear you with hate | |
Deify no one, Never crawl ashamed | |
The past screams injustice on Southern night wind | |
Whips Manacles Chains Musket balls | |
A dark history never forgotten | |
Only misconception remains. | |
Speak in defense of our good name | |
The blood of kin grants absolution | |
I' ll join them soon enough kin the ground of God' s country. | |
Never wanted your acceptance | |
Never wanted your approval | |
Never wanted to be anything but me | |
Never wanted to be anywhere but here. |
zuò qǔ : Lamb Of God | |
Returning to solace | |
So sweet like honeysuckle on the tongue | |
The sound of silence blesses my ears | |
Enveloping like the earth I will one day lie in | |
Metropolis is bad to wither the soul | |
Roaring concrete and steel washes you in blood. | |
So let you point and laugh | |
Provincial ain' t so bad. | |
Take me back down to where I belong | |
To rust in rivers. | |
I do not covet any man' s life | |
I know my place all to well | |
One man' s paradise is another man' s living hell. | |
To each their own | |
Generations ago made this place my own | |
The roots are deep and strong | |
Carry them wherever I go. | |
Never wanted your approval | |
Never wanted your acceptance | |
Never wanted to be anything but me | |
Never wanted to be anywhere but here. | |
Carry me Southeast bound home | |
To speak in defense of our good name | |
Lay me to rest with my kin | |
In the ground of God' s country. | |
Lash out at any who would smear you with hate | |
Deify no one, Never crawl ashamed | |
The past screams injustice on Southern night wind | |
Whips Manacles Chains Musket balls | |
A dark history never forgotten | |
Only misconception remains. | |
Speak in defense of our good name | |
The blood of kin grants absolution | |
I' ll join them soon enough kin the ground of God' s country. | |
Never wanted your acceptance | |
Never wanted your approval | |
Never wanted to be anything but me | |
Never wanted to be anywhere but here. |