[00:00.00] 作曲 : David Sitek/Gerard A. Smith/Jaleel Bunton/Kyp Malone/Tunde Adebimpe
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[00:08.00]
[00:08.92]Laugh in the face of death under masthead.
[00:14.62]Hold your breath through late breaking disasters,
[00:19.98]Next to news of the trite.
[00:25.50]And the codes
[00:27.64]And the feelings that meant to be noble
[00:31.50]Like coke in the nose of the nobles
[00:36.25]Keeps it alight.
[00:40.32]
[00:41.67]And the wrath
[00:44.07]And the riots
[00:46.33]And the races on fire
[00:50.43]And the music for tanks with no red lights in sight.
[00:57.02]
[00:58.25]Got you
[00:59.62]cryin'
[01:03.53]cryin'
[01:07.58]Oh whyin'
[01:11.65]Oh my my my
[01:15.59]
[01:20.20]Gold is another word for culture.
[01:26.16]Leads to fattening
[01:28.20]Of the vultures
[01:30.82]Till this bird can barely fly.
[01:35.08]
[01:36.70]And Mary and David smoke dung in the trenches
[01:41.31]While Zion's behaviour never gets mentioned.
[01:45.21]The writings
[01:48.51]On your wall
[01:51.83]
[01:53.66]And the blood on the cradle
[01:57.30]And the ashes you wade through
[02:01.89]Got you callin' God's name in vain
[02:04.94]Leaved the damned to damn it all!
[02:08.45]
[02:09.83]'s got you
[02:11.75]cryin'
[02:15.21]Cryin'
[02:18.84]Oh whyin'
[02:22.97]Oh my my my
[02:26.41]
[02:30.40]Broken nose, coloured glasses
[02:36.32]Can't see for the thorns
[02:37.61]And you just can't stand no more!
[02:41.93]What a clumsy kind of low
[02:45.89]Time to take the wheel and the road
[02:50.98]From the masters
[02:53.07]Take this car, drive it straight into the wall
[02:58.40]Build it back up from the floor.
[03:03.47]
[03:04.58]And stop our
[03:05.97]Cryin'
[03:09.25]Cryin'
[03:13.58]Oh whyin'
[03:17.05]Oh my my my
[03:22.50]Our cryin'
[03:26.01]Our cryin'
[03:30.35]Our cryin'
[03:34.60]Still you try, try, try.
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作曲 : David Sitek/Gerard A. Smith/Jaleel Bunton/Kyp Malone/Tunde Adebimpe
@ @
Laugh in the face of death under masthead.
Hold your breath through late breaking disasters,
Next to news of the trite.
And the codes
And the feelings that meant to be noble
Like coke in the nose of the nobles
Keeps it alight.
And the wrath
And the riots
And the races on fire
And the music for tanks with no red lights in sight.
Got you
cryin'
cryin'
Oh whyin'
Oh my my my
Gold is another word for culture.
Leads to fattening
Of the vultures
Till this bird can barely fly.
And Mary and David smoke dung in the trenches
While Zion's behaviour never gets mentioned.
The writings
On your wall
And the blood on the cradle
And the ashes you wade through
Got you callin' God's name in vain
Leaved the damned to damn it all!
's got you
cryin'
Cryin'
Oh whyin'
Oh my my my
Broken nose, coloured glasses
Can't see for the thorns
And you just can't stand no more!
What a clumsy kind of low
Time to take the wheel and the road
From the masters
Take this car, drive it straight into the wall
Build it back up from the floor.
And stop our
Cryin'
Cryin'
Oh whyin'
Oh my my my
Our cryin'
Our cryin'
Our cryin'
Still you try, try, try.