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Ian Moore
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Bastards
Without a thought, their lungs pulled deep A bitter breath, your heresy A thousand voices carelessly They cut your skin
And they cut you right into your veins Your blood was spilled and the justice paid Were they blinded by the fearful rage Of things they couldn't carry
And when you stop, yeah, your body starts to shake Then you found it hard to concentrate And the irony was blind As you turned to face the crowd And don't you let the bastards get you down
Your faith was questioned by so many men Who condemn the things that they don't understand Waiting for the day when they can shed their skin Their solitary crimes
From the body burning empty there With a small communion and a quiet prayer Put a dollar in the coffer if your flesh is weak To be the meek
And you will pay for all the things they can't afford The fragile faithful in the service of the Lord 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 And the irony was blind As you turned to face the crowd And don't you let the bastards get you down
Yeah, with your camo boots and your close-cropped hair Like Joan of Arc with a Dublin stare A capella versions of a song of war For the people that aren't ready for the real hardcore Hypocrisy was louder than the hate they spit When you crossed the line, when you flipped the switch Lobotomized solidarity You were bared like a martyr for the world to see For the people that appear to be without a spine Switch allegiance like they're switching ties Live their whole life just like a TV show The serial relations and the safety jokes Epithets are flying like a hornet's swamp Cause you got too close, might have done them harm Fear for the day when the poison comes and they are still asleep
And when you stop, yeah, your body starts to shake Then you found it hard to concentrate And the irony was blind As she turned to face the crowd And don't you let the bastards get you down
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