of a nightmare War & peace, you're walking just straight on the edge War & peace, you're dying in war, but you even can't live in peace You gun down
译文: 猖獗. 战争与和平.
over, I know you'd paint a better place to live Where the colours would swirl and the boys and girls can grow in peace and harmony And where murals stand
cheese, gotta pimp that V Gotta burn those leaves, and uh Pretty Tone make the girls say please Daddy work that D, put it in and be eas' and uh So what
It's lonely and it's quiet and the horse soldiers are comin' And I think it's time I strung my bow and ceased my senseless running For now I'll find
Sometimes, I think about Saturday's child And all about the times When we were running wild I've been searching For the dolphins in the sea Sometimes
promises Out the claw of corporate cogs and sprockets Now clogs off grommets Running from a rabid ring wraith click, basilisk, serpentine In and out of traffic jam and
polite nod and nervous stares towards the ground I once joined a peace class, plastic innards Slow dance with commas like a land of the words And we liked to party And
blown Killarmy in your galaxy, the gods is known From war poems to shattering bones and star domes Zone off, blow your clone off, and take the crowd
All was still, houses locked and empty, shops closed - but looters had helped themselves to wine and food, and outside a jewellers some gold chains and
Sometimes I think About Saturday's child And all about the times When we were running wild I've been a searching For the dolphins in the sea Oh, but
Sometimes I think about Saturday's child And all about the times when we were running wild I've been out searching for the dolphins in the sea Ah, but
Fat, bald, Puerto Ricans and the pasta eaters Every move I make righteous, God Allah can see us Peace to Abraham, Ishmael, Jacob, Jesus Peace to every man, woman and child To Mohammad and
searching for the dolphins in the sea Sometimes I wonder do you ever think of me Sometimes I think about Saturday's child And all about the times When we were running wild
pimp that V Gotta burn those leaves, and uh Pretty Tone make the girls say please Daddy work that d, put it in and be eas' and uh So what, come on, now