Song | Hang 'Em High (Live) |
Artist | My Chemical Romance |
Album | iTunes Festival: London 2011 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : IERO, FRANK/PELLISIER, MATTHEW/TORO, RAY/WAY, GERARD/WAY, MICHAEL | |
Somewhere, he lost it in a turn | |
Now trouble seems to fit him like a glove | |
First come, first served, he's serving it back | |
He travels light, without a pack, without love | |
He comes from nowhere an' he turns on his own | |
Late for the hanging, yes he's headed for the moon | |
An' hang 'em high | |
Leather 'cross his thighs | |
Blasting out the night, his cap hides his eyes | |
One eye on the road, price upon his head | |
One ear to the ground, he's listening to the dead | |
He comes from nowhere an' he turns on his own | |
Late for the hanging, yes he's headed for the moon | |
An' hang 'em high | |
Blind to himself, an' he's laughing up his scheme | |
Looking back in anger, the city is relieved | |
Vision of light, child of the night passing by | |
(Guitar Solo) | |
Blind to himself, he's laughing up his scheme | |
Looking back in anger, the city is relieved | |
A vision of light, child of the night passing by | |
Leather 'cross his thigh | |
Blasting out the night, his cap hides his eyes | |
One eye on the road, price upon his head | |
One ear to the ground, he's listening to the dead | |
He comes from nowhere, an' he turns on his own | |
Late for the hanging, yes he's headed for the moon | |
An' hang 'em high |
zuo ci : IERO, FRANK PELLISIER, MATTHEW TORO, RAY WAY, GERARD WAY, MICHAEL | |
Somewhere, he lost it in a turn | |
Now trouble seems to fit him like a glove | |
First come, first served, he' s serving it back | |
He travels light, without a pack, without love | |
He comes from nowhere an' he turns on his own | |
Late for the hanging, yes he' s headed for the moon | |
An' hang ' em high | |
Leather ' cross his thighs | |
Blasting out the night, his cap hides his eyes | |
One eye on the road, price upon his head | |
One ear to the ground, he' s listening to the dead | |
He comes from nowhere an' he turns on his own | |
Late for the hanging, yes he' s headed for the moon | |
An' hang ' em high | |
Blind to himself, an' he' s laughing up his scheme | |
Looking back in anger, the city is relieved | |
Vision of light, child of the night passing by | |
Guitar Solo | |
Blind to himself, he' s laughing up his scheme | |
Looking back in anger, the city is relieved | |
A vision of light, child of the night passing by | |
Leather ' cross his thigh | |
Blasting out the night, his cap hides his eyes | |
One eye on the road, price upon his head | |
One ear to the ground, he' s listening to the dead | |
He comes from nowhere, an' he turns on his own | |
Late for the hanging, yes he' s headed for the moon | |
An' hang ' em high |
zuò cí : IERO, FRANK PELLISIER, MATTHEW TORO, RAY WAY, GERARD WAY, MICHAEL | |
Somewhere, he lost it in a turn | |
Now trouble seems to fit him like a glove | |
First come, first served, he' s serving it back | |
He travels light, without a pack, without love | |
He comes from nowhere an' he turns on his own | |
Late for the hanging, yes he' s headed for the moon | |
An' hang ' em high | |
Leather ' cross his thighs | |
Blasting out the night, his cap hides his eyes | |
One eye on the road, price upon his head | |
One ear to the ground, he' s listening to the dead | |
He comes from nowhere an' he turns on his own | |
Late for the hanging, yes he' s headed for the moon | |
An' hang ' em high | |
Blind to himself, an' he' s laughing up his scheme | |
Looking back in anger, the city is relieved | |
Vision of light, child of the night passing by | |
Guitar Solo | |
Blind to himself, he' s laughing up his scheme | |
Looking back in anger, the city is relieved | |
A vision of light, child of the night passing by | |
Leather ' cross his thigh | |
Blasting out the night, his cap hides his eyes | |
One eye on the road, price upon his head | |
One ear to the ground, he' s listening to the dead | |
He comes from nowhere, an' he turns on his own | |
Late for the hanging, yes he' s headed for the moon | |
An' hang ' em high |