One Hundred Years
作词 : Gallup, Smith, Tolhurst
作曲 : Simon Gallup & Robert Smith & Laurence Tolhurst
It doesn't matter if we all die
Ambition in the back of a black car
In a high building there is so much to do
Going home time
A story on the radio...
Something small falls out of your mouth
And we laugh
A prayer for something better
A prayer for something better
Please love me
Meet my mother...
But the fear takes hold
Creeping up the stairs in the dark
Waiting for the death blow
Waiting for the death blow
Waiting for the death blow
Stroking your hair as the patriots are shot
Fighting for freedom on the television
Sharing the world with slaughtered pigs
Have we got everything?
She struggles to get away...
The pain and the creeping feeling
A little black haired girl
Waiting for saturday
The death of her father pushing her
Pushing her white face into the mirror
Aching inside me
And turn me round
Just like the old days
Just like the old days
Just like the old days
Just like the old days
Caressing an old man
And painting a lifeless face
Just a piece of new meat in a clean room
The soldiers close in under a yellow moon
All shadows and deliverance
Under a black flag
A hundred years of blood
Crimson
The ribbon tightens round my throat
I open my mouth
And my head bursts open
A sound like a tiger thrashing in the water
Thrashing in the water
Over and over
We die one after the other
Over and over
We die one after the other one after the other...
One after the other×3
It feels like a hundred years
One hundred years...
One Hundred YearsLRC歌词
[00:00.000] 作词 : Gallup, Smith, Tolhurst
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Simon Gallup & Robert Smith & Laurence Tolhurst
[00:37.550]It doesn't matter if we all die
[00:44.480]Ambition in the back of a black car
[00:51.930]In a high building there is so much to do
[00:59.100]Going home time
[01:00.810]A story on the radio...
[01:20.770]Something small falls out of your mouth
[01:23.960]And we laugh
[01:28.110]A prayer for something better
[01:31.500]A prayer for something better
[01:33.990]Please love me
[01:35.870]Meet my mother...
[01:37.890]But the fear takes hold
[01:42.550]Creeping up the stairs in the dark
[01:45.490]Waiting for the death blow
[01:49.010]Waiting for the death blow
[02:02.680]Waiting for the death blow
[02:33.160]Stroking your hair as the patriots are shot
[02:40.490]Fighting for freedom on the television
[02:47.630]Sharing the world with slaughtered pigs
[02:54.750]Have we got everything?
[02:56.570]She struggles to get away...
[03:02.230]The pain and the creeping feeling
[03:04.860]A little black haired girl
[03:09.510]Waiting for saturday
[03:11.130]The death of her father pushing her
[03:16.800]Pushing her white face into the mirror
[03:20.380]Aching inside me
[03:21.950]And turn me round
[03:23.710]Just like the old days
[03:26.950]Just like the old days
[03:30.710]Just like the old days
[03:43.960]Just like the old days
[04:14.560]Caressing an old man
[04:16.280]And painting a lifeless face
[04:21.950]Just a piece of new meat in a clean room
[04:29.030]The soldiers close in under a yellow moon
[04:36.110]All shadows and deliverance
[04:38.130]Under a black flag
[04:43.480]A hundred years of blood
[04:45.160]Crimson
[04:46.020]The ribbon tightens round my throat
[04:48.930]I open my mouth
[04:50.390]And my head bursts open
[04:52.620]A sound like a tiger thrashing in the water
[04:56.610]Thrashing in the water
[04:58.070]Over and over
[04:59.640]We die one after the other
[05:05.360]Over and over
[05:06.840]We die one after the other one after the other...
[05:15.130]One after the other×3
[05:26.390]It feels like a hundred years
[05:30.480]One hundred years...
