[00:00.000] 作词 : Patrick Stickles
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Patrick Stickles
[00:26.531]Soon you'll be burning orphanages down
[00:31.240]Watching ashes scatter all over town
[00:35.350]And when the smoke gets too close to the ground
[00:38.860]You'll see blue trampling over grey and green over brown
[00:40.295]
[00:46.535]And you'll be cutting ears off of dead men
[00:49.928]Pumping shells into the carcass for hours on end
[00:54.390]Then you'll swear that we've always been friends
[00:57.641]And be unable to conceive it could ever happen again
[01:01.941]
[01:06.629]Of course, you have never been to blame for the various horrible things that you did
[01:14.205]You may have gotten away with them too, if not for those meddling kids
[01:21.017]The lump in your throat, the ache in your bones
[01:25.695]They are nobody's fault but your own
[01:27.350]
[01:29.952]And whatever amount you paid
[01:33.731]For your many distractions, well, it was too much
[01:37.268]And at the end of the day
[01:40.355]To whatever extent you hate yourself, it isn't enough
[01:42.386]
[01:49.278]And we can no longer afford
[01:52.518]Waiting for someone to lift this terrible swift sword
[01:57.035]In our basements, we all look so bored
[02:00.516]We've never seen the glory of the coming of the Lord
[02:08.591]There will be parties, there will be fun
[02:12.831]There'll be tall gallows for everyone
[02:16.852]And we will all be sleeping easy
[02:20.486]Upon the sinking of the sun
[02:23.569]But there's only one dream that I keep close,
[02:28.045]And it's the one of my hand at your throat
[02:30.590]
[02:51.628]I will not deny my humanity
[02:54.925]I'll be rolling in it like a pig in feces
[02:59.531]Because there's no other integrity
[03:03.725]In awaiting the demise of our species
[03:05.914]
[03:11.589]May you endure every indignity knowing all the while that life will go on
[03:19.291]And when it ends, may you have nothing to say, except that it took too long
[03:27.039]And may I be there somehow
[03:30.379]Asking, "Where are all your friends now?"

作词 : Patrick Stickles
作曲 : Patrick Stickles
Soon you'll be burning orphanages down
Watching ashes scatter all over town
And when the smoke gets too close to the ground
You'll see blue trampling over grey and green over brown
And you'll be cutting ears off of dead men
Pumping shells into the carcass for hours on end
Then you'll swear that we've always been friends
And be unable to conceive it could ever happen again
Of course, you have never been to blame for the various horrible things that you did
You may have gotten away with them too, if not for those meddling kids
The lump in your throat, the ache in your bones
They are nobody's fault but your own
And whatever amount you paid
For your many distractions, well, it was too much
And at the end of the day
To whatever extent you hate yourself, it isn't enough
And we can no longer afford
Waiting for someone to lift this terrible swift sword
In our basements, we all look so bored
We've never seen the glory of the coming of the Lord
There will be parties, there will be fun
There'll be tall gallows for everyone
And we will all be sleeping easy
Upon the sinking of the sun
But there's only one dream that I keep close,
And it's the one of my hand at your throat
I will not deny my humanity
I'll be rolling in it like a pig in feces
Because there's no other integrity
In awaiting the demise of our species
May you endure every indignity knowing all the while that life will go on
And when it ends, may you have nothing to say, except that it took too long
And may I be there somehow
Asking, "Where are all your friends now?"