| Song | Flesh Shapes the Day |
| Artist | Tom Morello |
| Album | One Man Revolution |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Morello | |
| Now you might have heard different | |
| But I know it's a fact | |
| That Jesus, | |
| Mary, Joseph | |
| And the Apostle | |
| Paul were black | |
| Ten letters | |
| I am writing | |
| Each one reads the same | |
| Nine circles | |
| I am drawing | |
| One around your name | |
| Land and freedom | |
| Steel and faith | |
| Tooth and bone and wire | |
| Skin, scar, dirt and fire | |
| It doesn't matter who you are | |
| It does not matter what you say | |
| Flesh shapes the day | |
| Now it's clear as a pillar of smoke | |
| And broken | |
| Starbuck's glass | |
| Yeah, I support my troops | |
| They wave black flags | |
| They wear black masks | |
| All the roads are closed | |
| Smoke is rising from the fields | |
| The monsters left their cages | |
| An angel set them free | |
| Land and freedom | |
| Steel and faith | |
| Tooth and bone and wire | |
| Skin, scar, dirt and fire | |
| It doesn't matter who you are | |
| It does not matter what you say | |
| Flesh shapes the day | |
| Veteran's hospitals | |
| And witches spells | |
| Low to buy | |
| And high to sell | |
| And little girls | |
| Collecting shells | |
| And memories | |
| Upon the shelves | |
| And ringing bells | |
| And high school choirs | |
| And faithful dogs | |
| Beside the fire | |
| And billionaires | |
| And open bars | |
| And early exits | |
| And judgments hard | |
| And land and freedom | |
| And steel and faith | |
| And tooth and bone and wire | |
| And skin, scar, dirt and fire | |
| It doesn't matter who you are | |
| Does not matter what the fuck you say | |
| Flesh shapes the day |
| zuo qu : Morello | |
| Now you might have heard different | |
| But I know it' s a fact | |
| That Jesus, | |
| Mary, Joseph | |
| And the Apostle | |
| Paul were black | |
| Ten letters | |
| I am writing | |
| Each one reads the same | |
| Nine circles | |
| I am drawing | |
| One around your name | |
| Land and freedom | |
| Steel and faith | |
| Tooth and bone and wire | |
| Skin, scar, dirt and fire | |
| It doesn' t matter who you are | |
| It does not matter what you say | |
| Flesh shapes the day | |
| Now it' s clear as a pillar of smoke | |
| And broken | |
| Starbuck' s glass | |
| Yeah, I support my troops | |
| They wave black flags | |
| They wear black masks | |
| All the roads are closed | |
| Smoke is rising from the fields | |
| The monsters left their cages | |
| An angel set them free | |
| Land and freedom | |
| Steel and faith | |
| Tooth and bone and wire | |
| Skin, scar, dirt and fire | |
| It doesn' t matter who you are | |
| It does not matter what you say | |
| Flesh shapes the day | |
| Veteran' s hospitals | |
| And witches spells | |
| Low to buy | |
| And high to sell | |
| And little girls | |
| Collecting shells | |
| And memories | |
| Upon the shelves | |
| And ringing bells | |
| And high school choirs | |
| And faithful dogs | |
| Beside the fire | |
| And billionaires | |
| And open bars | |
| And early exits | |
| And judgments hard | |
| And land and freedom | |
| And steel and faith | |
| And tooth and bone and wire | |
| And skin, scar, dirt and fire | |
| It doesn' t matter who you are | |
| Does not matter what the fuck you say | |
| Flesh shapes the day |
| zuò qǔ : Morello | |
| Now you might have heard different | |
| But I know it' s a fact | |
| That Jesus, | |
| Mary, Joseph | |
| And the Apostle | |
| Paul were black | |
| Ten letters | |
| I am writing | |
| Each one reads the same | |
| Nine circles | |
| I am drawing | |
| One around your name | |
| Land and freedom | |
| Steel and faith | |
| Tooth and bone and wire | |
| Skin, scar, dirt and fire | |
| It doesn' t matter who you are | |
| It does not matter what you say | |
| Flesh shapes the day | |
| Now it' s clear as a pillar of smoke | |
| And broken | |
| Starbuck' s glass | |
| Yeah, I support my troops | |
| They wave black flags | |
| They wear black masks | |
| All the roads are closed | |
| Smoke is rising from the fields | |
| The monsters left their cages | |
| An angel set them free | |
| Land and freedom | |
| Steel and faith | |
| Tooth and bone and wire | |
| Skin, scar, dirt and fire | |
| It doesn' t matter who you are | |
| It does not matter what you say | |
| Flesh shapes the day | |
| Veteran' s hospitals | |
| And witches spells | |
| Low to buy | |
| And high to sell | |
| And little girls | |
| Collecting shells | |
| And memories | |
| Upon the shelves | |
| And ringing bells | |
| And high school choirs | |
| And faithful dogs | |
| Beside the fire | |
| And billionaires | |
| And open bars | |
| And early exits | |
| And judgments hard | |
| And land and freedom | |
| And steel and faith | |
| And tooth and bone and wire | |
| And skin, scar, dirt and fire | |
| It doesn' t matter who you are | |
| Does not matter what the fuck you say | |
| Flesh shapes the day |