[00:00.000] 作词 : Ryan Guldemond
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Ryan Guldemond
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[00:12.185]When I see a face of anonymity
[00:16.432]Crying on the street it does something to me
[00:20.187]I make believe
[00:22.429]Malady
[00:24.190]Tragedy
[00:26.197]
[00:28.182]Flowers on the grave is a beautiful thing
[00:31.927]‘Cause flowers on the grave still means they’re getting something
[00:35.447]But when the flowers ain’t there
[00:37.678]And the grave is bare
[00:39.426]I think of old dead bones that don’t get theirs
[00:43.441]I think of all the butchers and all the beef
[00:47.189]I think of all the flies in all the heat
[00:51.177]I think of all the dying and dying and dying
[00:56.192]Dying and dying and decomposing
[00:59.946]Dying and dying’s for real
[01:03.929]When I see the damned in there dyer straights
[01:07.683]Damning all the men with those American names
[01:11.181]I say,don’t damn the man damn your hand
[01:13.187]For making a fist and shaking it all around
[01:15.431]Damn the hand
[01:16.932]Damn your hand
[01:18.929]Or you can damn the butchers and damn the beef
[01:22.935]Or you can damn the flies in all the heat
[01:26.936]Or you can damn the dying and dying and dying
[01:31.684]
[01:38.933]Dying and dying and decomposing
[01:42.927]Dying and dying’s for real
[01:46.933]Dying and dying and pounds of posey
[01:50.427]Dying and dying’s forever
[01:54.432]When I hear the crying of a siren in the night
[01:57.679]I think of piles of writhing people
[01:59.685]Fighting for their lives
[02:01.927]I see an image of a body
[02:04.182]Broken and beet red
[02:05.694]I hear the a cappella angels
[02:08.434]Singing for the dead
[02:12.427]I think of all the butchers and all the beef
[02:16.433]I think of all the flies in all the heat
[02:20.427]I think of all the dirt that lays a bed for bones
[02:24.926]I think of all the words that get written on the stones
[02:28.949]I think of all the surf that come crashing over souls
[02:32.695]I think of all the dying
[02:35.427]All the dying
[02:37.675]All the dying
[02:40.183]All the dying
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作词 : Ryan Guldemond
作曲 : Ryan Guldemond
When I see a face of anonymity
Crying on the street it does something to me
I make believe
Malady
Tragedy
Flowers on the grave is a beautiful thing
‘Cause flowers on the grave still means they’re getting something
But when the flowers ain’t there
And the grave is bare
I think of old dead bones that don’t get theirs
I think of all the butchers and all the beef
I think of all the flies in all the heat
I think of all the dying and dying and dying
Dying and dying and decomposing
Dying and dying’s for real
When I see the damned in there dyer straights
Damning all the men with those American names
I say,don’t damn the man damn your hand
For making a fist and shaking it all around
Damn the hand
Damn your hand
Or you can damn the butchers and damn the beef
Or you can damn the flies in all the heat
Or you can damn the dying and dying and dying
Dying and dying and decomposing
Dying and dying’s for real
Dying and dying and pounds of posey
Dying and dying’s forever
When I hear the crying of a siren in the night
I think of piles of writhing people
Fighting for their lives
I see an image of a body
Broken and beet red
I hear the a cappella angels
Singing for the dead
I think of all the butchers and all the beef
I think of all the flies in all the heat
I think of all the dirt that lays a bed for bones
I think of all the words that get written on the stones
I think of all the surf that come crashing over souls
I think of all the dying
All the dying
All the dying
All the dying