作曲 : Dave Mustaine/Marty Friedman | |
作词 : Dave Mustaine | |
I heard somebody fixed today | |
There was no last goodbyes to say | |
His will to live ran out | |
I heard somebody turned to dust | |
Looking back at what he left | |
A list of plans and photographs | |
Songs that never will be sung | |
These are the things he won't get done | |
The things he won't get done | |
I've seen the man use the needle | |
Seen the needle use the man | |
I've seen them crawl from the cradle | |
To the gutter on their hands | |
The fight a war but it's fatal | |
It's so hard to understand | |
I've seen the man use the needle | |
Seen the needle use the man | |
Just one shot to say goodbye | |
One last taste to mourn and cry | |
Cry, cryScores and shoots, the lights go dim | |
Just one shot to do him in | |
He hangs his head and wonders why | |
Why the monkey only lies | |
Lies, lies | |
But pay the pauper, he did choose | |
He hung his head inside the noose | |
He hung his head inside the noose | |
I've seen the man use the needle | |
Seen the needle use that man | |
I've seen them crawl from the cradle | |
To the coffin on their hands | |
They fight a war but it's fatal | |
It's so hard to understand | |
I've seen the man use the needle | |
Seen the needle in his hand | |
Cryptic writing on the wall | |
The beginning of the end | |
I've seen myself use the needle | |
Seen the needle in my hand | |
I've seen the man use the needle | |
Seen the needle use that man | |
I've seen them crawl from the cradle | |
To the coffin on their hands | |
They fight a war but it's fatal | |
It's so hard to understand | |
I've seen myself use the needle | |
Seen the needle in my hand | |
In my hand | |
In my hand | |
In my hand |
zuo qu : Dave Mustaine Marty Friedman | |
zuo ci : Dave Mustaine | |
I heard somebody fixed today | |
There was no last goodbyes to say | |
His will to live ran out | |
I heard somebody turned to dust | |
Looking back at what he left | |
A list of plans and photographs | |
Songs that never will be sung | |
These are the things he won' t get done | |
The things he won' t get done | |
I' ve seen the man use the needle | |
Seen the needle use the man | |
I' ve seen them crawl from the cradle | |
To the gutter on their hands | |
The fight a war but it' s fatal | |
It' s so hard to understand | |
I' ve seen the man use the needle | |
Seen the needle use the man | |
Just one shot to say goodbye | |
One last taste to mourn and cry | |
Cry, cryScores and shoots, the lights go dim | |
Just one shot to do him in | |
He hangs his head and wonders why | |
Why the monkey only lies | |
Lies, lies | |
But pay the pauper, he did choose | |
He hung his head inside the noose | |
He hung his head inside the noose | |
I' ve seen the man use the needle | |
Seen the needle use that man | |
I' ve seen them crawl from the cradle | |
To the coffin on their hands | |
They fight a war but it' s fatal | |
It' s so hard to understand | |
I' ve seen the man use the needle | |
Seen the needle in his hand | |
Cryptic writing on the wall | |
The beginning of the end | |
I' ve seen myself use the needle | |
Seen the needle in my hand | |
I' ve seen the man use the needle | |
Seen the needle use that man | |
I' ve seen them crawl from the cradle | |
To the coffin on their hands | |
They fight a war but it' s fatal | |
It' s so hard to understand | |
I' ve seen myself use the needle | |
Seen the needle in my hand | |
In my hand | |
In my hand | |
In my hand |
zuò qǔ : Dave Mustaine Marty Friedman | |
zuò cí : Dave Mustaine | |
I heard somebody fixed today | |
There was no last goodbyes to say | |
His will to live ran out | |
I heard somebody turned to dust | |
Looking back at what he left | |
A list of plans and photographs | |
Songs that never will be sung | |
These are the things he won' t get done | |
The things he won' t get done | |
I' ve seen the man use the needle | |
Seen the needle use the man | |
I' ve seen them crawl from the cradle | |
To the gutter on their hands | |
The fight a war but it' s fatal | |
It' s so hard to understand | |
I' ve seen the man use the needle | |
Seen the needle use the man | |
Just one shot to say goodbye | |
One last taste to mourn and cry | |
Cry, cryScores and shoots, the lights go dim | |
Just one shot to do him in | |
He hangs his head and wonders why | |
Why the monkey only lies | |
Lies, lies | |
But pay the pauper, he did choose | |
He hung his head inside the noose | |
He hung his head inside the noose | |
I' ve seen the man use the needle | |
Seen the needle use that man | |
I' ve seen them crawl from the cradle | |
To the coffin on their hands | |
They fight a war but it' s fatal | |
It' s so hard to understand | |
I' ve seen the man use the needle | |
Seen the needle in his hand | |
Cryptic writing on the wall | |
The beginning of the end | |
I' ve seen myself use the needle | |
Seen the needle in my hand | |
I' ve seen the man use the needle | |
Seen the needle use that man | |
I' ve seen them crawl from the cradle | |
To the coffin on their hands | |
They fight a war but it' s fatal | |
It' s so hard to understand | |
I' ve seen myself use the needle | |
Seen the needle in my hand | |
In my hand | |
In my hand | |
In my hand |