Song | Youthanasia |
Artist | Megadeth |
Album | Youthanasia |
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作曲 : Dave Mustaine/David Ellefson/Marty Friedman/Nick Menza | |
作词 : Dave Mustaine/David Ellefson/Marty Friedman/Nick Menza | |
Who'd believe with the way things are here | |
We'd be going anywhere telling people how to live? | |
Who'd believe we'd spend more shippin' drugs and guns | |
Than to educate our sons, sorry but that's what they did | |
I can't help but think | |
I can't help but think | |
I can't help but think | |
Someone's forsaken you and me | |
Luck deserted me and the truth beat out my brains | |
Men rise on stepping stones of their selves to higher things | |
I've stepped over lots of bodies on my way | |
Thanks for the information, don't need no more anything | |
I can't help but think | |
I can't help but think | |
I can't help but think | |
Someone's forsaken you and me | |
We are the damned of all the world with sadness in our hearts | |
The wounded of the wars, we've been hung out to dry | |
You didn't want us anyway and now we're making up our minds | |
You tell us how to run our lives, we run for youthanasia | |
We are the damned of all the world with sadness in our hearts | |
The wounded of the wars, we've been hung out to dry | |
You didn't want us anyway and now we're making up our minds | |
You tell us how to run our lives, we run for youthanasia | |
We are the damned of all the world with sadness in our hearts | |
The wounded of the wars, we run for youthanasia |
zuo qu : Dave Mustaine David Ellefson Marty Friedman Nick Menza | |
zuo ci : Dave Mustaine David Ellefson Marty Friedman Nick Menza | |
Who' d believe with the way things are here | |
We' d be going anywhere telling people how to live? | |
Who' d believe we' d spend more shippin' drugs and guns | |
Than to educate our sons, sorry but that' s what they did | |
I can' t help but think | |
I can' t help but think | |
I can' t help but think | |
Someone' s forsaken you and me | |
Luck deserted me and the truth beat out my brains | |
Men rise on stepping stones of their selves to higher things | |
I' ve stepped over lots of bodies on my way | |
Thanks for the information, don' t need no more anything | |
I can' t help but think | |
I can' t help but think | |
I can' t help but think | |
Someone' s forsaken you and me | |
We are the damned of all the world with sadness in our hearts | |
The wounded of the wars, we' ve been hung out to dry | |
You didn' t want us anyway and now we' re making up our minds | |
You tell us how to run our lives, we run for youthanasia | |
We are the damned of all the world with sadness in our hearts | |
The wounded of the wars, we' ve been hung out to dry | |
You didn' t want us anyway and now we' re making up our minds | |
You tell us how to run our lives, we run for youthanasia | |
We are the damned of all the world with sadness in our hearts | |
The wounded of the wars, we run for youthanasia |
zuò qǔ : Dave Mustaine David Ellefson Marty Friedman Nick Menza | |
zuò cí : Dave Mustaine David Ellefson Marty Friedman Nick Menza | |
Who' d believe with the way things are here | |
We' d be going anywhere telling people how to live? | |
Who' d believe we' d spend more shippin' drugs and guns | |
Than to educate our sons, sorry but that' s what they did | |
I can' t help but think | |
I can' t help but think | |
I can' t help but think | |
Someone' s forsaken you and me | |
Luck deserted me and the truth beat out my brains | |
Men rise on stepping stones of their selves to higher things | |
I' ve stepped over lots of bodies on my way | |
Thanks for the information, don' t need no more anything | |
I can' t help but think | |
I can' t help but think | |
I can' t help but think | |
Someone' s forsaken you and me | |
We are the damned of all the world with sadness in our hearts | |
The wounded of the wars, we' ve been hung out to dry | |
You didn' t want us anyway and now we' re making up our minds | |
You tell us how to run our lives, we run for youthanasia | |
We are the damned of all the world with sadness in our hearts | |
The wounded of the wars, we' ve been hung out to dry | |
You didn' t want us anyway and now we' re making up our minds | |
You tell us how to run our lives, we run for youthanasia | |
We are the damned of all the world with sadness in our hearts | |
The wounded of the wars, we run for youthanasia |