[00:00.00] 作词 : Chris Corner/Liam Howe/IAN PICKERING
[00:00.91] 作曲 : Chris Corner/Liam Howe/IAN PICKERING
[00:01.82]Artist：sneaker pimps
[00:07.57]Songs Title：walking zero
[00:17.07]
[00:34.38]Sacrifice my vanity, kick off my heels
[00:40.63]A careless weight on your hetred,
[00:45.51]Understand its so simple, a simple please
[00:51.44]To keep the faithful on a wounded knee,
[00:55.69]
[00:56.63]To the madness I do confess
[01:00.51]I never see myself as blessed
[01:03.82]Confused, unaddressed,
[01:07.13]
[01:08.01]Like a saviour I do caress,
[01:11.63]The truth is boredom more or less
[01:15.26]Unused, obsessed, my time is only given to you,
[01:22.44]
[01:25.14]Too much to choose, its not mine to contemplate
[01:35.31]
[01:36.38]If I can lose, with this blood on my shoes
[01:38.98]
[02:16.47]Compromise in full extreme, cut off my heels,
[02:22.73]Name a price on whats sacred
[02:26.66]
[02:27.35]Guaranteed Ive got something,
[02:30.72]A royal disease, take a flood to clean these streets
[02:37.79]
[02:38.66]To the madness I do confess, forever see myself as blessed
[02:47.48]Immune, obsessed, like a saviour I do caress
[02:53.60]The truth is boredom, its excess
[02:57.35]Take more, give less, my time is only given up to you
[03:05.84]
[03:07.09]Too much to choose, its not mine to contemplate if I can lose
[03:17.22]
[03:18.28]With this blood on my shoes.

作词 : Chris Corner/Liam Howe/IAN PICKERING
作曲 : Chris Corner/Liam Howe/IAN PICKERING
Artist：sneaker pimps
Songs Title：walking zero
Sacrifice my vanity, kick off my heels
A careless weight on your hetred,
Understand its so simple, a simple please
To keep the faithful on a wounded knee,
To the madness I do confess
I never see myself as blessed
Confused, unaddressed,
Like a saviour I do caress,
The truth is boredom more or less
Unused, obsessed, my time is only given to you,
Too much to choose, its not mine to contemplate
If I can lose, with this blood on my shoes
Compromise in full extreme, cut off my heels,
Name a price on whats sacred
Guaranteed Ive got something,
A royal disease, take a flood to clean these streets
To the madness I do confess, forever see myself as blessed
Immune, obsessed, like a saviour I do caress
The truth is boredom, its excess
Take more, give less, my time is only given up to you
Too much to choose, its not mine to contemplate if I can lose
With this blood on my shoes.