[00:00.00] 作词 : Kókai Barnabás
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Kókai Barnabás/Bodócsi Imre/Budai Béla
[00:16.44]i’d rather die with your judgement
[00:22.80]than live with your sympathy
[00:48.69]i’m fed up with this misery
[00:50.34]and i’m prepared to lose everything
[00:53.49]the gallows are standing
[00:54.18]so tighten the noose
[00:56.22]the goat’s not gonna scape itself
[00:59.82]so bend the truth
[01:03.42]dig through the vault of heaven
[01:05.28]melt down everything that’s golden
[01:07.05]forge him a brand new crown
[01:09.06]crowdpleaser, cheer them up
[01:10.23]then knock them down
[01:15.09]he owns the ropes
[01:22.50]who’s gonna hang him now
[01:23.19]one nation under god
[01:28.92]if wishes were horses beggars would ride
[01:29.85]desperate hearts bleed loud
[01:30.45]saying the truth feels like committing a crime
[01:33.36]but i’ve learned that silence is deafening
[01:36.45]the plague head keeps singing it
[01:37.77]i reckon how loyal a hungry dog really is
[01:43.38]but these are just gutter rats fighting the pigs’ war
[01:47.31]for sand castles in a mortal empire
[01:53.13]this whole concept is misbegotten
[01:54.72]he gets to keep his crown
[01:55.35]as he keeps pleasing the crowd
[02:00.48]they even forge him a new one
[02:10.86]bloody noses and broken bones
[02:13.11]black gun and a perfect knife
[02:15.39]endless mind****s at sleepless nights
[02:18.48]here comes the raging tide of war
[02:28.23]let he who’s without sin cast the first stone

作词 : Kókai Barnabás
作曲 : Kókai Barnabás/Bodócsi Imre/Budai Béla
i’d rather die with your judgement
than live with your sympathy
i’m fed up with this misery
and i’m prepared to lose everything
the gallows are standing
so tighten the noose
the goat’s not gonna scape itself
so bend the truth
dig through the vault of heaven
melt down everything that’s golden
forge him a brand new crown
crowdpleaser, cheer them up
then knock them down
he owns the ropes
who’s gonna hang him now
one nation under god
if wishes were horses beggars would ride
desperate hearts bleed loud
saying the truth feels like committing a crime
but i’ve learned that silence is deafening
the plague head keeps singing it
i reckon how loyal a hungry dog really is
but these are just gutter rats fighting the pigs’ war
for sand castles in a mortal empire
this whole concept is misbegotten
he gets to keep his crown
as he keeps pleasing the crowd
they even forge him a new one
bloody noses and broken bones
black gun and a perfect knife
endless mind****s at sleepless nights
here comes the raging tide of war
let he who’s without sin cast the first stone