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  • 作词 : Gallup, Smith, Tolhurst
    作曲 : Simon Gallup & Robert Smith & Laurence Tolhurst
    It doesn't matter if we all die
    Ambition in the back of a black car
    In a high building there is so much to do
    Going home time
    A story on the radio...
    Something small falls out of your mouth
    And we laugh
    A prayer for something better
    A prayer for something better
    Please love me
    Meet my mother...
    But the fear takes hold
    Creeping up the stairs in the dark
    Waiting for the death blow
    Waiting for the death blow
    Waiting for the death blow
    Stroking your hair as the patriots are shot
    Fighting for freedom on the television
    Sharing the world with slaughtered pigs
    Have we got everything?
    She struggles to get away...
    The pain and the creeping feeling
    A little black haired girl
    Waiting for saturday
    The death of her father pushing her
    Pushing her white face into the mirror
    Aching inside me
    And turn me round
    Just like the old days
    Just like the old days
    Just like the old days
    Just like the old days
    Caressing an old man
    And painting a lifeless face
    Just a piece of new meat in a clean room
    The soldiers close in under a yellow moon
    All shadows and deliverance
    Under a black flag
    A hundred years of blood
    Crimson
    The ribbon tightens round my throat
    I open my mouth
    And my head bursts open
    A sound like a tiger thrashing in the water
    Thrashing in the water
    Over and over
    We die one after the other
    Over and over
    We die one after the other one after the other...
    One after the other×3
    It feels like a hundred years
    One hundred years...
  • [00:00.000] 作词 : Gallup, Smith, Tolhurst
    [00:01.000] 作曲 : Simon Gallup & Robert Smith & Laurence Tolhurst
    [00:37.550]It doesn't matter if we all die
    [00:44.480]Ambition in the back of a black car
    [00:51.930]In a high building there is so much to do
    [00:59.100]Going home time
    [01:00.810]A story on the radio...
    [01:20.770]Something small falls out of your mouth
    [01:23.960]And we laugh
    [01:28.110]A prayer for something better
    [01:31.500]A prayer for something better
    [01:33.990]Please love me
    [01:35.870]Meet my mother...
    [01:37.890]But the fear takes hold
    [01:42.550]Creeping up the stairs in the dark
    [01:45.490]Waiting for the death blow
    [01:49.010]Waiting for the death blow
    [02:02.680]Waiting for the death blow
    [02:33.160]Stroking your hair as the patriots are shot
    [02:40.490]Fighting for freedom on the television
    [02:47.630]Sharing the world with slaughtered pigs
    [02:54.750]Have we got everything?
    [02:56.570]She struggles to get away...
    [03:02.230]The pain and the creeping feeling
    [03:04.860]A little black haired girl
    [03:09.510]Waiting for saturday
    [03:11.130]The death of her father pushing her
    [03:16.800]Pushing her white face into the mirror
    [03:20.380]Aching inside me
    [03:21.950]And turn me round
    [03:23.710]Just like the old days
    [03:26.950]Just like the old days
    [03:30.710]Just like the old days
    [03:43.960]Just like the old days
    [04:14.560]Caressing an old man
    [04:16.280]And painting a lifeless face
    [04:21.950]Just a piece of new meat in a clean room
    [04:29.030]The soldiers close in under a yellow moon
    [04:36.110]All shadows and deliverance
    [04:38.130]Under a black flag
    [04:43.480]A hundred years of blood
    [04:45.160]Crimson
    [04:46.020]The ribbon tightens round my throat
    [04:48.930]I open my mouth
    [04:50.390]And my head bursts open
    [04:52.620]A sound like a tiger thrashing in the water
    [04:56.610]Thrashing in the water
    [04:58.070]Over and over
    [04:59.640]We die one after the other
    [05:05.360]Over and over
    [05:06.840]We die one after the other one after the other...
    [05:15.130]One after the other×3
    [05:26.390]It feels like a hundred years
    [05:30.480]One hundred years...