The Fight Song的吉他谱
The Fight Song的歌词
Nothing suffocates you more than the passing of everyday human events
Isolation is the oxygen mask you're making children breathe into to survive
But I'm not a slave to a god that doesn't exist
And I'm not a slave to a world that doesn't give a shit
And when we were good
You just close your eyes
So when we are bad
We'll scar your minds
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
You'll never grow up to be a big-rock-star-
celebrated-victim-of-your-fame
They'll just cut our wrists like cheap coupons
And say that "death was on sale today"
And when we were good
You just close your eyes
So when we are bad
We'll scar your minds
But I'm not a slave to god that doesn't exist
And I'm not a slave to a world that doesn't give a shit
The death of one is a tragedy
The death of one is a tragedy
The death of one is a tragedy
The death of a million is just a statistic
But I'm not a slave to god that doesn't exist
And I'm not a slave to a world that doesn't give a shit
But I'm not a slave to god that doesn't exist
And I'm not a slave to a world that doesn't give a shit
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
没什么比每天都要经历人类事件更令你窒息
孤立是你给孩子去呼吸生存的氧气面具
但我不是一个奴隶对于那个不存在的上帝
并且我不是一个奴隶对于那个不拉点屎的世界
而且当我们好的时候,你只是闭上你的眼睛
那么当我们坏了,我们要吓破你的魂
斗争!斗争!斗争!斗争!
斗争!斗争!斗争!斗争!
你永远不会长大成为一个因名声太大而遇害的摇滚大明星
他们只会切开我们手腕像便宜血检那样
然后说那些“死亡刚才还在售的今天”
而且当我们好的时候,你只是闭上你的眼睛
那么当我们坏了,我们要吓破你的魂
但我不是一个奴隶对于那个不存在的上帝
并且我不是一个奴隶对于那个不拉点屎的世界
一个人的死是一场悲剧
一个人的死是一场悲剧
一个人的死是一场悲剧
百万人的死就只剩一个统计数字了
但我不是一个奴隶对于那个不存在的上帝
并且我不是一个奴隶对于那个不拉点屎的世界
但我不是一个奴隶对于那个不存在的上帝
并且我不是一个奴隶对于那个不拉点屎的世界
斗争!斗争!斗争!斗争!
斗争!斗争!斗争!斗争!
http://music.douban.com/review/5290623/
Isolation is the oxygen mask you're making children breathe into to survive
But I'm not a slave to a god that doesn't exist
And I'm not a slave to a world that doesn't give a shit
And when we were good
You just close your eyes
So when we are bad
We'll scar your minds
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
You'll never grow up to be a big-rock-star-
celebrated-victim-of-your-fame
They'll just cut our wrists like cheap coupons
And say that "death was on sale today"
And when we were good
You just close your eyes
So when we are bad
We'll scar your minds
But I'm not a slave to god that doesn't exist
And I'm not a slave to a world that doesn't give a shit
The death of one is a tragedy
The death of one is a tragedy
The death of one is a tragedy
The death of a million is just a statistic
But I'm not a slave to god that doesn't exist
And I'm not a slave to a world that doesn't give a shit
But I'm not a slave to god that doesn't exist
And I'm not a slave to a world that doesn't give a shit
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
没什么比每天都要经历人类事件更令你窒息
孤立是你给孩子去呼吸生存的氧气面具
但我不是一个奴隶对于那个不存在的上帝
并且我不是一个奴隶对于那个不拉点屎的世界
而且当我们好的时候,你只是闭上你的眼睛
那么当我们坏了,我们要吓破你的魂
斗争!斗争!斗争!斗争!
斗争!斗争!斗争!斗争!
你永远不会长大成为一个因名声太大而遇害的摇滚大明星
他们只会切开我们手腕像便宜血检那样
然后说那些“死亡刚才还在售的今天”
而且当我们好的时候,你只是闭上你的眼睛
那么当我们坏了,我们要吓破你的魂
但我不是一个奴隶对于那个不存在的上帝
并且我不是一个奴隶对于那个不拉点屎的世界
一个人的死是一场悲剧
一个人的死是一场悲剧
一个人的死是一场悲剧
百万人的死就只剩一个统计数字了
但我不是一个奴隶对于那个不存在的上帝
并且我不是一个奴隶对于那个不拉点屎的世界
但我不是一个奴隶对于那个不存在的上帝
并且我不是一个奴隶对于那个不拉点屎的世界
斗争!斗争!斗争!斗争!
斗争!斗争!斗争!斗争!
http://music.douban.com/review/5290623/