House Gone Up in Flames Lyrics

	作曲 : Morello
	It's in the grain of the wood
	It's in the needle's rust
	It's in the eagle's claw
	It's in the eyes you trust
	It's in the jackal's dreams
	It's in the sleet and the hail
	It's in the unmarked box
	Came today in the mail
	It's in the dead man's pocket
	It's in the child's first sin
	It's in the
	Constitution
	Written in very small print
	It's in Colin
	Powell's lies
	It's in the shaman's trance
	It's in the cellar waiting
	And it's in the best laid plans (chorus):
	Now we could cut and run
	To have the blame
	Now, don't stop now
	That's why we came
	House gone up in flames
	It's in the national anthem
	It's in the scurrying roach
	It's in the closed partition '
	Tween first class and coach
	It's in the relentless fever
	It's in the lonely room
	It's in the hands of fate
	And it's in the pharaoh's tomb
	It's in the rich man's dreams
	It's in the poor man's hands
	It's in the body bags
	Along the
	Rio Grande
	It's in the evening shade
	It's on the zealot's tongue
	It's in the widow's tears
	And it's in the miner's lungs (chorus)
	It's in the moon's dark spin
	It's in the cloudless sky
	It's in Saint
	Peter's denial
	That he thrice denied
	It's in the distant thunder
	It's in the whispered prayer
	That they won't find us hidden
	Here beneath the stairs
	So consider yourself lucky
	And watch what you say
	I got what
	I wanted And you might get the same
	It's in bold print nailed to the cathedral door
	It's in the black cold pressure
	On the ocean floor (chorus)

	zuo qu : Morello
	It' s in the grain of the wood
	It' s in the needle' s rust
	It' s in the eagle' s claw
	It' s in the eyes you trust
	It' s in the jackal' s dreams
	It' s in the sleet and the hail
	It' s in the unmarked box
	Came today in the mail
	It' s in the dead man' s pocket
	It' s in the child' s first sin
	It' s in the
	Constitution
	Written in very small print
	It' s in Colin
	Powell' s lies
	It' s in the shaman' s trance
	It' s in the cellar waiting
	And it' s in the best laid plans chorus:
	Now we could cut and run
	To have the blame
	Now, don' t stop now
	That' s why we came
	House gone up in flames
	It' s in the national anthem
	It' s in the scurrying roach
	It' s in the closed partition '
	Tween first class and coach
	It' s in the relentless fever
	It' s in the lonely room
	It' s in the hands of fate
	And it' s in the pharaoh' s tomb
	It' s in the rich man' s dreams
	It' s in the poor man' s hands
	It' s in the body bags
	Along the
	Rio Grande
	It' s in the evening shade
	It' s on the zealot' s tongue
	It' s in the widow' s tears
	And it' s in the miner' s lungs chorus
	It' s in the moon' s dark spin
	It' s in the cloudless sky
	It' s in Saint
	Peter' s denial
	That he thrice denied
	It' s in the distant thunder
	It' s in the whispered prayer
	That they won' t find us hidden
	Here beneath the stairs
	So consider yourself lucky
	And watch what you say
	I got what
	I wanted And you might get the same
	It' s in bold print nailed to the cathedral door
	It' s in the black cold pressure
	On the ocean floor chorus

	zuò qǔ : Morello
	It' s in the grain of the wood
	It' s in the needle' s rust
	It' s in the eagle' s claw
	It' s in the eyes you trust
	It' s in the jackal' s dreams
	It' s in the sleet and the hail
	It' s in the unmarked box
	Came today in the mail
	It' s in the dead man' s pocket
	It' s in the child' s first sin
	It' s in the
	Constitution
	Written in very small print
	It' s in Colin
	Powell' s lies
	It' s in the shaman' s trance
	It' s in the cellar waiting
	And it' s in the best laid plans chorus:
	Now we could cut and run
	To have the blame
	Now, don' t stop now
	That' s why we came
	House gone up in flames
	It' s in the national anthem
	It' s in the scurrying roach
	It' s in the closed partition '
	Tween first class and coach
	It' s in the relentless fever
	It' s in the lonely room
	It' s in the hands of fate
	And it' s in the pharaoh' s tomb
	It' s in the rich man' s dreams
	It' s in the poor man' s hands
	It' s in the body bags
	Along the
	Rio Grande
	It' s in the evening shade
	It' s on the zealot' s tongue
	It' s in the widow' s tears
	And it' s in the miner' s lungs chorus
	It' s in the moon' s dark spin
	It' s in the cloudless sky
	It' s in Saint
	Peter' s denial
	That he thrice denied
	It' s in the distant thunder
	It' s in the whispered prayer
	That they won' t find us hidden
	Here beneath the stairs
	So consider yourself lucky
	And watch what you say
	I got what
	I wanted And you might get the same
	It' s in bold print nailed to the cathedral door
	It' s in the black cold pressure
	On the ocean floor chorus

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