《99 Miglia Da L.A》歌词

[00:00:04] In city shoes

[00:00:05] Of clueless blues

[00:00:06] Pays the views

[00:00:09] And no mans news

[00:00:12] Blades will fade from blood to sport

[00:00:16] The h****n's cut these fuses short

[00:00:25] Drink and frame this pain I think

[00:00:33] I'm melting silver poles my dear

[00:00:39] You bleed your wings and then disappear

[00:00:48] Smithereens have got 'em scaling heights

[00:00:52] Modern times come talk me down

[00:00:58] And battle lines are drawn across this town

[00:01:00] Ghetto stones instead of chains

[00:01:03] And nothing's changed

[00:01:05] Riot like 1968 again

[00:01:05] The days of rage yeah nothing's changed

[00:01:08] Well pretty flames

[00:01:12] In school I would just bite my tongue

[00:01:16] The flags are false and they contradict

[00:01:22] They point and click which wounds to lick

[00:01:26] On avenues this christian breeze

[00:01:32] Turns it's heart to more needles please

[00:01:36] Our eyes roll back and we beg for more

[00:01:52] It frays this skin and then underscore

[00:01:57] The case for war you spin and bleed

[00:02:05] The sales you feel screensavers feed

[00:02:06] The girls you breed the soaps that you write

[00:02:17] The graceless charm of your gutter snipes

[00:02:25] The moving scenes and suburbanites

[00:02:26] And smithereens got 'em scaling heights

[00:02:27] Modern times come talk me down

[00:02:34] The battle lines are drawn across this town

[00:02:36] Ghetto stones instead of chains

[00:02:43] Hearts and minds and US Planes

[00:02:48] Nothing's changed

[00:02:49] Riot like the 1980's again

[00:02:50] The days of rage yeah nothing's changed

[00:02:54] More pretty flames