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  • 作词 : Graffin, Greg
    作曲 : Graffin, Greg
    Desolate and without purpose
    Radiating from so many septic sources
    Forming the fabric of a wayward people
    Disappearing as the vestiges of our past
    Scratched like tartan into virgin soil
    A substrate for progress and disarray
    A spreading network of broken dreams
    Searching for a thoroughfare to take us away
    Just a little tale from the streets of
    AmericaSparkled promises paved with pathos and hysteria
    Trenchant, weary native sons, step back
    Step back and see the damage done
    Meander to the horizon, the streets of
    AmericaBlack, tarred concrete, pine for me
    Lying dormant for you and your country
    Hardened surface, cracked within
    Catch the sweat from off the chin
    Of men and women, senior and child
    Who look to you and your sterile miles
    And in their stares is bald dismay
    For what you ******' promised led them astray
    Just another tale from the streets of
    AmericaSparkled promises paved with pathos and hysteria
    Trenchant, weary native sons, step back
    Step back and see the damage done
    Meander to the horizon, the streets of
    AmericaHard-cracked, daunting, lifeless veins
    False hope corridors to greener pastures is all that remains
    Say a little prayer from the streets of
    AmericaSparkled promises paved with pathos and hysteria
    Trenchant, weary native sons, step back
    Step back and see the damage done
    Shoot straight into the horizon, the streets of
    AmericaShoot straight into the horizon, the streets of
    America
  • 作词 : Graffin, Greg
    作曲 : Graffin, Greg
    Desolate and without purpose
    Radiating from so many septic sources
    Forming the fabric of a wayward people
    Disappearing as the vestiges of our past
    Scratched like tartan into virgin soil
    A substrate for progress and disarray
    A spreading network of broken dreams
    Searching for a thoroughfare to take us away
    Just a little tale from the streets of
    AmericaSparkled promises paved with pathos and hysteria
    Trenchant, weary native sons, step back
    Step back and see the damage done
    Meander to the horizon, the streets of
    AmericaBlack, tarred concrete, pine for me
    Lying dormant for you and your country
    Hardened surface, cracked within
    Catch the sweat from off the chin
    Of men and women, senior and child
    Who look to you and your sterile miles
    And in their stares is bald dismay
    For what you ******' promised led them astray
    Just another tale from the streets of
    AmericaSparkled promises paved with pathos and hysteria
    Trenchant, weary native sons, step back
    Step back and see the damage done
    Meander to the horizon, the streets of
    AmericaHard-cracked, daunting, lifeless veins
    False hope corridors to greener pastures is all that remains
    Say a little prayer from the streets of
    AmericaSparkled promises paved with pathos and hysteria
    Trenchant, weary native sons, step back
    Step back and see the damage done
    Shoot straight into the horizon, the streets of
    AmericaShoot straight into the horizon, the streets of
    America