作曲 : Phil Campbell/Mikkey Dee/Lemmy Kilmister You don't know the trouble you're in Linvin' in paradise, livin' in sin You better watch out baby one of these days Another man coming gonna change your ways Broken, broken truth must be spoken Can we be responsible, is someone keeping score Broken, broken when all guns are smoking Do you want to die then, according to the law Sunshine, moonshine, fire & flood Death come hungry to your neighbourhood You better watch out baby, one of these nights Somebody coming to shoot out your lights Broken, broken, lies will be spoken Must we be expendable, is that what we are for Broken, broken, when all doors are closing Shall we say good-bye then, according to the law You better move baby cut & run Better get back to where you come from You better watch out baby, stay in line You're gonna lose out to a life of crime Broken, broken, swear I ain't jokin' Is nothing sacred, no lovers anymore Broken, broken, when virgins are chosen Then who will choose you according to the law Broken, broken truth must be spoken Too late to be virgins, too early to be whores Broken, broken when all guns are smokin' Then you must be silent, according to the law.
作曲 : Phil Campbell/Mikkey Dee/Lemmy Kilmister You don't know the trouble you're in Linvin' in paradise, livin' in sin You better watch out baby one of these days Another man coming gonna change your ways Broken, broken truth must be spoken Can we be responsible, is someone keeping score Broken, broken when all guns are smoking Do you want to die then, according to the law Sunshine, moonshine, fire & flood Death come hungry to your neighbourhood You better watch out baby, one of these nights Somebody coming to shoot out your lights Broken, broken, lies will be spoken Must we be expendable, is that what we are for Broken, broken, when all doors are closing Shall we say good-bye then, according to the law You better move baby cut & run Better get back to where you come from You better watch out baby, stay in line You're gonna lose out to a life of crime Broken, broken, swear I ain't jokin' Is nothing sacred, no lovers anymore Broken, broken, when virgins are chosen Then who will choose you according to the law Broken, broken truth must be spoken Too late to be virgins, too early to be whores Broken, broken when all guns are smokin' Then you must be silent, according to the law.
