Song | Maximum Firepower |
Artist | Tom Morello |
Album | One Man Revolution |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Morello | |
This one's for the shoeshine boy | |
And the farmer in debt | |
Each string is barbed wire | |
Each chord is a threat | |
This blues guy | |
I met That never had a hit | |
Said you don't gotta be loud, son | |
To be heavy as shit | |
Well I'm the triggerman, baby | |
And tonight | |
I'll prove | |
That this machine here | |
Well it kills fascists too | |
And don't be surprised | |
If the sermon on the mount | |
Next time is delivered | |
In a little coffee house ' | |
Cause somebody here's | |
Gotta let them know | |
I doubt it's me | |
But here I go | |
I hit the button | |
Tape started to roll | |
The song's got fire | |
But it's got no soul | |
There's a lonely stretch of blacktop | |
Between here and home | |
Drop down into the valley | |
Piano playin' in the living room | |
And when you see the white barn | |
You'll know the journey's through | |
My dog's barking in the backseat ' | |
Cause he knows it too | |
You'll need a fake passport | |
And fix your disguise | |
And don't fire, sugar | |
Til you see the whites of their eyes | |
I turned the other cheek | |
But now I'm through | |
The skin you're in | |
Makes choices for you | |
I was checking off names | |
And I came late to dinner | |
Seems the slices of pie | |
Keep getting thinner and thinner | |
Brothers and sisters | |
Rejoice and repent | |
The landlord's dead | |
You can keep the rent | |
You got twelve fine friends | |
But one of 'em's rotten | |
There's a hole out back | |
Ain't got no bottom | |
Forty days in the wilderness | |
Forty sleepless nights | |
I'm confused, half blind | |
And sure I'm right | |
There's a lonely stretch of blacktop | |
Between here and home | |
Drop down into the valley | |
Piano playin' in the living room | |
And when you see the white barn | |
You'll know the journey's through | |
My dog's barking in the backseat ' | |
Cause he knows it too | |
Officer please | |
I won't be long | |
Called the radio station | |
Requested this song | |
I had my doubts | |
About what | |
I knew So | |
I turned it up | |
Then it sounded true | |
Kiss the ring | |
If the Queen will let you | |
But come over the fence | |
And the dogs will get you | |
On a rope hung the traitor | |
On a hook hung the meat | |
You and me are missing persons | |
Til we're counted in the streets | |
So seize the time | |
And storm the tower | |
And come correct | |
Maximum Firepower... | |
With Maximum | |
Firepower | |
For the sins of the fathers | |
The son he must pay | |
The Nightwatchman giveth | |
And he taketh away | |
Thought hard about this next line | |
Pretty sure it's true | |
If you take a step towards freedom | |
It'll take two steps towards you | |
So mister | |
I ain't scared | |
And mister | |
I ain't worried ' | |
Cause on that lonely stretch of blacktop | |
I sit as judge and jury | |
There's a lonely stretch of blacktop | |
Between here and home | |
Drop down into the valley | |
Piano playin' in the living room | |
And when you see the white barn | |
You know the journey's through | |
My dog's barking in the backseat ' | |
Cause he knows it too | |
The clock strikes the hour | |
Tonight we ride | |
You've got three more seconds | |
To choose sides |
zuo qu : Morello | |
This one' s for the shoeshine boy | |
And the farmer in debt | |
Each string is barbed wire | |
Each chord is a threat | |
This blues guy | |
I met That never had a hit | |
Said you don' t gotta be loud, son | |
To be heavy as shit | |
Well I' m the triggerman, baby | |
And tonight | |
I' ll prove | |
That this machine here | |
Well it kills fascists too | |
And don' t be surprised | |
If the sermon on the mount | |
Next time is delivered | |
In a little coffee house ' | |
Cause somebody here' s | |
Gotta let them know | |
I doubt it' s me | |
But here I go | |
I hit the button | |
Tape started to roll | |
The song' s got fire | |
But it' s got no soul | |
There' s a lonely stretch of blacktop | |
Between here and home | |
Drop down into the valley | |
Piano playin' in the living room | |
And when you see the white barn | |
You' ll know the journey' s through | |
My dog' s barking in the backseat ' | |
Cause he knows it too | |
You' ll need a fake passport | |
And fix your disguise | |
And don' t fire, sugar | |
Til you see the whites of their eyes | |
I turned the other cheek | |
But now I' m through | |
The skin you' re in | |
Makes choices for you | |
I was checking off names | |
And I came late to dinner | |
Seems the slices of pie | |
Keep getting thinner and thinner | |
Brothers and sisters | |
Rejoice and repent | |
The landlord' s dead | |
You can keep the rent | |
You got twelve fine friends | |
But one of ' em' s rotten | |
There' s a hole out back | |
Ain' t got no bottom | |
Forty days in the wilderness | |
Forty sleepless nights | |
I' m confused, half blind | |
And sure I' m right | |
There' s a lonely stretch of blacktop | |
Between here and home | |
Drop down into the valley | |
Piano playin' in the living room | |
And when you see the white barn | |
You' ll know the journey' s through | |
My dog' s barking in the backseat ' | |
Cause he knows it too | |
Officer please | |
I won' t be long | |
Called the radio station | |
Requested this song | |
I had my doubts | |
About what | |
I knew So | |
I turned it up | |
Then it sounded true | |
Kiss the ring | |
If the Queen will let you | |
But come over the fence | |
And the dogs will get you | |
On a rope hung the traitor | |
On a hook hung the meat | |
You and me are missing persons | |
Til we' re counted in the streets | |
So seize the time | |
And storm the tower | |
And come correct | |
Maximum Firepower... | |
With Maximum | |
Firepower | |
For the sins of the fathers | |
The son he must pay | |
The Nightwatchman giveth | |
And he taketh away | |
Thought hard about this next line | |
Pretty sure it' s true | |
If you take a step towards freedom | |
It' ll take two steps towards you | |
So mister | |
I ain' t scared | |
And mister | |
I ain' t worried ' | |
Cause on that lonely stretch of blacktop | |
I sit as judge and jury | |
There' s a lonely stretch of blacktop | |
Between here and home | |
Drop down into the valley | |
Piano playin' in the living room | |
And when you see the white barn | |
You know the journey' s through | |
My dog' s barking in the backseat ' | |
Cause he knows it too | |
The clock strikes the hour | |
Tonight we ride | |
You' ve got three more seconds | |
To choose sides |
zuò qǔ : Morello | |
This one' s for the shoeshine boy | |
And the farmer in debt | |
Each string is barbed wire | |
Each chord is a threat | |
This blues guy | |
I met That never had a hit | |
Said you don' t gotta be loud, son | |
To be heavy as shit | |
Well I' m the triggerman, baby | |
And tonight | |
I' ll prove | |
That this machine here | |
Well it kills fascists too | |
And don' t be surprised | |
If the sermon on the mount | |
Next time is delivered | |
In a little coffee house ' | |
Cause somebody here' s | |
Gotta let them know | |
I doubt it' s me | |
But here I go | |
I hit the button | |
Tape started to roll | |
The song' s got fire | |
But it' s got no soul | |
There' s a lonely stretch of blacktop | |
Between here and home | |
Drop down into the valley | |
Piano playin' in the living room | |
And when you see the white barn | |
You' ll know the journey' s through | |
My dog' s barking in the backseat ' | |
Cause he knows it too | |
You' ll need a fake passport | |
And fix your disguise | |
And don' t fire, sugar | |
Til you see the whites of their eyes | |
I turned the other cheek | |
But now I' m through | |
The skin you' re in | |
Makes choices for you | |
I was checking off names | |
And I came late to dinner | |
Seems the slices of pie | |
Keep getting thinner and thinner | |
Brothers and sisters | |
Rejoice and repent | |
The landlord' s dead | |
You can keep the rent | |
You got twelve fine friends | |
But one of ' em' s rotten | |
There' s a hole out back | |
Ain' t got no bottom | |
Forty days in the wilderness | |
Forty sleepless nights | |
I' m confused, half blind | |
And sure I' m right | |
There' s a lonely stretch of blacktop | |
Between here and home | |
Drop down into the valley | |
Piano playin' in the living room | |
And when you see the white barn | |
You' ll know the journey' s through | |
My dog' s barking in the backseat ' | |
Cause he knows it too | |
Officer please | |
I won' t be long | |
Called the radio station | |
Requested this song | |
I had my doubts | |
About what | |
I knew So | |
I turned it up | |
Then it sounded true | |
Kiss the ring | |
If the Queen will let you | |
But come over the fence | |
And the dogs will get you | |
On a rope hung the traitor | |
On a hook hung the meat | |
You and me are missing persons | |
Til we' re counted in the streets | |
So seize the time | |
And storm the tower | |
And come correct | |
Maximum Firepower... | |
With Maximum | |
Firepower | |
For the sins of the fathers | |
The son he must pay | |
The Nightwatchman giveth | |
And he taketh away | |
Thought hard about this next line | |
Pretty sure it' s true | |
If you take a step towards freedom | |
It' ll take two steps towards you | |
So mister | |
I ain' t scared | |
And mister | |
I ain' t worried ' | |
Cause on that lonely stretch of blacktop | |
I sit as judge and jury | |
There' s a lonely stretch of blacktop | |
Between here and home | |
Drop down into the valley | |
Piano playin' in the living room | |
And when you see the white barn | |
You know the journey' s through | |
My dog' s barking in the backseat ' | |
Cause he knows it too | |
The clock strikes the hour | |
Tonight we ride | |
You' ve got three more seconds | |
To choose sides |