[00:00.00] 作曲 : Wells
[00:00.300]It's all over the news
[00:05.300]Another roadside suicide,another hotel,too
[00:13.300]Another public place, another mother's face
[00:19.300]I can't see, I can't look, I can't look
[00:22.300]But I'm greedy with my freedom
[00:26.300]On our heads, on our heads the blood's flowing
[00:30.300]We go without looking, but not knowing
[00:36.300]In my hands, in my hands, in my hands
[00:41.300]Yeah, your loss is my loss,even without my looking
[00:50.300]My looking
[00:58.300]Around and around and around
[01:02.300]I'm calling it, calling it out
[01:07.300]Way past ripe into rotten
[01:12.300]Spoil no longer, no longer
[01:28.300]It's gotten into the air
[01:32.300]Yeah, the smell of death is everywhere
[01:38.300]It creeps across the ocean
[01:43.300]Like a grease fire
[01:49.300]It comes pouring down on the crops in the ground
[01:54.300]And all through the town it whispers
[02:00.300]The names of the ones who have gone before
[02:05.300]By the hands of the bombs and the guns and the war
[02:10.300]I can't see, I can't look, I can't look
[02:14.300]But I'm greedy with my freedom
[02:17.300]It's time we start looking
[02:27.300]We start looking
[02:31.300]We start looking
[02:35.300]Around and around and around
[02:43.300]I'm calling it, calling it out
[02:47.300]Way past ripe into rotten
[02:53.300]Spoil no longer, no longer