of karma or the punishment of God:
Do you fear the cages they are building
in Kentucky, Tennessee and Texas
while they're giving ten to forty years to find a cure?
Do you pray each evening out of horror
or of fear to the savage God
whose bloody hand
commands you now to die, alone?
Do you taste the presence of the living dead
waits with arms outstretched?
for the Devil's little angels' cries
to burn you in your sleep?
Do you wait for miracles in small hotels
with seconal and compazine
or for a ticket to the house of death in Amsterdam?
Do you wait in prison for the dreadful day
the office of the butcher comes to carry you away?
Do you wait for saviors or the paradise to come in laundry rooms, in toilets, or in cadillacs?
Are you crucified beneath the life machines
with a shank inside your neck
and a head which blossoms like a basketball?
Do you tremble at the timid steps
of crying, smiling faces who, in mourning,
In Kentucky Harry buys a round of beer
to celebrate the death of Billy Smith, the queer,
whose mother still must hide her face in fear.
You who mix the words of torture, suicide and death
with scotch and soda at the bar,
but there's no time left for talk:
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:45.39]of karma or the punishment of God:
[00:53.73]Do you fear the cages they are building
[00:57.00]in Kentucky, Tennessee and Texas
[01:00.18]while they're giving ten to forty years to find a cure?
[01:04.53]Do you pray each evening out of horror
[01:08.04]or of fear to the savage God
[01:11.01]whose bloody hand
[01:12.09]commands you now to die, alone?
[01:26.34]Do you taste the presence of the living dead
[01:33.96]waits with arms outstretched?
[01:40.41]for the Devil's little angels' cries
[01:42.27]to burn you in your sleep?
[01:46.38]Do you wait for miracles in small hotels
[01:50.10]with seconal and compazine
[01:52.86]or for a ticket to the house of death in Amsterdam?
[02:09.33]Do you wait in prison for the dreadful day
[02:14.10]the office of the butcher comes to carry you away?
[02:19.08]Do you wait for saviors or the paradise to come in laundry rooms, in toilets, or in cadillacs?
[02:30.27]Are you crucified beneath the life machines
[02:33.51]with a shank inside your neck
[02:38.52]and a head which blossoms like a basketball?
[03:44.61]Do you tremble at the timid steps
[03:46.47]of crying, smiling faces who, in mourning,
[03:56.13]In Kentucky Harry buys a round of beer
[04:01.74]to celebrate the death of Billy Smith, the queer,
[04:05.94]whose mother still must hide her face in fear.
[04:14.01]You who mix the words of torture, suicide and death
[04:21.75]with scotch and soda at the bar,
[04:30.90]but there's no time left for talk:
of karma or the punishment of God:
Do you fear the cages they are building
in Kentucky, Tennessee and Texas
while they're giving ten to forty years to find a cure?
Do you pray each evening out of horror
or of fear to the savage God
whose bloody hand
commands you now to die, alone?
Do you taste the presence of the living dead
waits with arms outstretched?
for the Devil's little angels' cries
to burn you in your sleep?
Do you wait for miracles in small hotels
with seconal and compazine
or for a ticket to the house of death in Amsterdam?
Do you wait in prison for the dreadful day
the office of the butcher comes to carry you away?
Do you wait for saviors or the paradise to come in laundry rooms, in toilets, or in cadillacs?
Are you crucified beneath the life machines
with a shank inside your neck
and a head which blossoms like a basketball?
Do you tremble at the timid steps
of crying, smiling faces who, in mourning,
In Kentucky Harry buys a round of beer
to celebrate the death of Billy Smith, the queer,
whose mother still must hide her face in fear.
You who mix the words of torture, suicide and death
with scotch and soda at the bar,
but there's no time left for talk:
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:45.39]of karma or the punishment of God:
[00:53.73]Do you fear the cages they are building
[00:57.00]in Kentucky, Tennessee and Texas
[01:00.18]while they're giving ten to forty years to find a cure?
[01:04.53]Do you pray each evening out of horror
[01:08.04]or of fear to the savage God
[01:11.01]whose bloody hand
[01:12.09]commands you now to die, alone?
[01:26.34]Do you taste the presence of the living dead
[01:33.96]waits with arms outstretched?
[01:40.41]for the Devil's little angels' cries
[01:42.27]to burn you in your sleep?
[01:46.38]Do you wait for miracles in small hotels
[01:50.10]with seconal and compazine
[01:52.86]or for a ticket to the house of death in Amsterdam?
[02:09.33]Do you wait in prison for the dreadful day
[02:14.10]the office of the butcher comes to carry you away?
[02:19.08]Do you wait for saviors or the paradise to come in laundry rooms, in toilets, or in cadillacs?
[02:30.27]Are you crucified beneath the life machines
[02:33.51]with a shank inside your neck
[02:38.52]and a head which blossoms like a basketball?
[03:44.61]Do you tremble at the timid steps
[03:46.47]of crying, smiling faces who, in mourning,
[03:56.13]In Kentucky Harry buys a round of beer
[04:01.74]to celebrate the death of Billy Smith, the queer,
[04:05.94]whose mother still must hide her face in fear.
[04:14.01]You who mix the words of torture, suicide and death
[04:21.75]with scotch and soda at the bar,
[04:30.90]but there's no time left for talk:
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