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标题:Thanks Bastards

艺人:Erik Petersen

音轨:

Steel Guitar - 钢弦吉他 Acoustic Guitar(steel)

注释:

Thank you Mr Officer Without you my love and rage into one For every time your gun goes off So when there's 41 bullets In your side, we'll take a ride silence Ladadadaaa Thank you governer to the mayor and the commisioner your monster shes taken to the streets crashin through your opera house and tearin up the seats For all the times you've signed someone out there found a wallet and mother wipes her tears eyes we despise your truths and honest lies Thanks bastards! Thanks bastards I took the goods Thanks bastards you made me what I am Thanks bastards I took the goods and ran I took the goods and ran I took the goods... And ran... Homeland security vs civil libert I've seen the bones they've tried to hide The funeral march of all the victims Thanks bastards Thanks bastards I took the goods and ran thanks bastards you made me what i am I took the goods an ran And ran

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歌词

Your daddy used to drive 95 on 95
Said he did it all the time and he made it back alive
Used to warn you 'bout the Lower East Side at night
And the bars down by the harbor where the drunken sailors fight
I remember sleepin' on the roof from June until the fall
Sister'd swat you with a stick, father'd slam you 'gainst the wall
All the cops were takin' bribes, all the bodies disappeared
Gun was always at the side when you went for a beer 'round here
So walk a mile in my boots down to the old school
Maybe crybaby'll learn a thing or two

Yeah!

Wise guys and weasels used to run this whole damn town
I got beat so many times 'til I learned to knock 'em down
Now I'm made of steel and leather stitched with wires and screws
Built a house at nineteen 'cause at eighteen got the boot
So walk a while in my shoes before you sing those blues
Things ain't what they used to be, don't make 'em like they used to

Burnin' through our cigarettes, riskin' injury or death
It's like we used to say: if you could see this place and I could see your face
Smash up your fantasy - justice served, no one bleeds
I'm rollin' up my sleeves to tell you 'bout a lawless world (world! world! world!)

And no one came along to pick me up off the curb
And I went the whole way home to hear I got what I deserved
See I knew what I had to do, see some things I'll never tell
I'll take it with me to my grave, then I'll burn my life in hell
And if you went to walk that mile, well, you'd be in for a surprise
Just a highway and a bind for hitchin' a ride

Burnin' through our cigarettes, riskin' injury or death
It's like they always say: if you could see this place and I could see your face
Tear up your fantasy - peace kept, nobody beat
I'm rollin' up my sleeves - hey, where the hell you been?
Pick your poison, name your game, play to kill, shoot to win
The (?), we're all just history
I cashed in, sold out, had nothin' left to cry about
I'd love to still believe there's order in a lawless world (world! world! world!)

Thanks Bastards

loveguita 发表于 2016-9-27 15:26:47 |查看: 954|回复: 0