作词 : David Randall Blythe/William M. Adler/John Steven Campbell/Mark Duane Morton 作曲 : David Randall Blythe/William M. Adler/John Steven Campbell/Mark Duane Morton Driving down blistered severe The rapacious maw of our despair Black dog follows, strip club echoes The raven’s shadow across the ghetto Up the hill in an unmarked grave The mother of American darkness lays Liberty or death to start the battle There’s nonesuch place for human chattel.
Hanging by a threat Now you can choke on it Hanging by a threat So go and choke on it This is a reckoning You hear the ravens scream Hanging by a threat So go and choke on it.
Across the devil’s own half acre, There’s rusted gallows for an angel The ghosts that built this city scream Of commerce and inhumanity Cancer rides the freeway’s edge Falling statues and cigarettes Bullets whip the screaming kettle As teargas cloaks the monumental.
Hanging by a threat Now you can choke on it Hanging by a threat So go and choke on it This is a reckoning You hear the ravens scream Hanging by a threat So go and choke on it.
Chained beneath a parking lot Savaged on the auction block In antebellum geography Rage, horror, history.
Nevermore.
作词 : David Randall Blythe/William M. Adler/John Steven Campbell/Mark Duane Morton 作曲 : David Randall Blythe/William M. Adler/John Steven Campbell/Mark Duane Morton Driving down blistered severe The rapacious maw of our despair Black dog follows, strip club echoes The raven’s shadow across the ghetto Up the hill in an unmarked grave The mother of American darkness lays Liberty or death to start the battle There’s nonesuch place for human chattel.
Hanging by a threat Now you can choke on it Hanging by a threat So go and choke on it This is a reckoning You hear the ravens scream Hanging by a threat So go and choke on it.
Across the devil’s own half acre, There’s rusted gallows for an angel The ghosts that built this city scream Of commerce and inhumanity Cancer rides the freeway’s edge Falling statues and cigarettes Bullets whip the screaming kettle As teargas cloaks the monumental.
Hanging by a threat Now you can choke on it Hanging by a threat So go and choke on it This is a reckoning You hear the ravens scream Hanging by a threat So go and choke on it.
Chained beneath a parking lot Savaged on the auction block In antebellum geography Rage, horror, history.
