标题:A Plateful of Our Dead
标签:总谱
艺人:Protest the Hero
专辑:Kezia
作曲:Protest The Hero
Last Revision: June 8, 2008
节拍:Moderate ♩ = 110
Don't ever ask us to define our morals Sometimes when fundamentals meet teenage heartbreak Some of us are all of us; half-selves that love whole hopes And hara-kiri heartbreak There's almost nothing worse than never being real Strained voices crying wolf when nobody can hear If I had a gun I'd pump your ethics full of lead If I believed in meat I'd eat a plateful of our dead There's merit in construction when it's done with your own hands There's beauty in destruction, resurrection, another chance There's a you and I in union but just an I in our beliefs There's a crashing plane with a banner that reads everyone's na誰ve The only proof that I have that we shot and killed this horse Is the sounds of whips on flesh and a bleeding heart remorse When I'm In this state of reflection and you hand me whips And two by fours I could never bring them down and beat the same horse as before I'd rather kill a stupid flower and spread its seeds Until a garden with our bullet-laden morals will be found
