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作词 : Robert Spragg |
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作曲 : Piers Marsh/Robert Spragg/Gian Mario Tonin/Earol Thompson |
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"For whatever reason you refuse to feel this space we're in, |
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To know its insanity, really know it, |
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Whatever your particular anaesthetic is, that you hold onto so desperately, |
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The thing I mean that makes you think you know who you are, |
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Whatever that thing is that you allow to keep you sane, |
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Your ace in your hole, |
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The psyche that keeps you from trying to guess what your pimp has in store for you, |
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Whatever keeps you from screaming out at this very moment in absolute and sheer horror, |
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Whatever you **** your brain with, whatever that is |
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Whatever that is, |
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It's a lie, |
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It's a lie." |
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She spends too much time with herself every night |
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Just fooling around with her fears. |
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In the morning she mourns the decline of her mind |
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Drowning in a bottle of beer. |
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It's too dangerous just to think about what she might have been |
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If she'd sung for salvation, if she'd danced on her dreams. |
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But there's gonna be peace in the valley tomorrow |
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'Cos tonight she's gonna blow it all away |
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Lord, she feels so twisted, She ain't ever gonna fix it, |
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She's just waiting for the light to ******ne on a brand new day. |
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An' he don't know if he's a communist, a hedonist or a whore |
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Spent too much time ridin' on a white line to find the door |
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An' if he did and he opened it, he'd find those letters in the hall |
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But he's too blind to read between the lines |
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'Cos the writing's on the wall. |
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There's gonna be peace in the valley tomorrow |
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'Cos tonight he's gonna blow it all away |
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Lord, he feels so twisted, he ain't ever gonna fix it, |
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He's just waiting for the light to ******ne on a brand new day. |
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(Let that light ******ne awhile, |
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Grand old oprie lights are on, Hank Williams on the juke box, we all comin' home tonight. |
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I'll tell you dear...) |
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I got Ecstasy, but I need some company |
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You got that mystery; Lord I need a plan |
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All I got is a compromise and a bag full of alibis |
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Lord, as empty as the bottle of whiskey in my shaking hands. |
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There's gonna be peace in the valley tomorrow |
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'Cos tonight we're gonna blow it all away |
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Lord we feel so twisted, we ain't ever gonna fix it, |
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We're just waiting for the light to ******ne on a brand new day. |
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(One more time for the people) |
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There's gonna be peace in the valley tomorrow |
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'Cos tonight, we're gonna blow it all away |
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You know we feel so ****ing twisted, we ain't ever gonna fix it |
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We're just waiting for the light to ******ne on a brand new day. (x3) |
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(Now's the time for you to get right and repent) |
