《100》歌词

[00:00:06] In city shoes

[00:00:09] Of clueless blues

[00:00:13] Pays the views

[00:00:15] And no mans news

[00:00:18] Blades will fade from blood to sport

[00:00:26] The h****n's cut these fuses short

[00:00:28] Drink and frame this pain I think

[00:00:31] I'm melting silver poles my dear

[00:00:36] You bleed your wings and then disappear

[00:00:42] Smithereens have got 'em scaling heights

[00:00:47] Modern times come talk me down

[00:00:52] And battle lines are drawn across this town

[00:00:58] Ghetto stones instead of chains

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

[00:01:03] Riot like 1968 again

[00:01:06] The days of rage yeah nothing's changed

[00:01:11] Well pretty flames

[00:01:14] In school I would just bite my tongue

[00:01:19] The flags are false and they contradict

[00:01:24] They point and click which wounds to lick

[00:01:31] On avenues this christian breeze

[00:01:34] Turns it's heart to more needles please

[00:01:40] Our eyes roll back and we beg for more

[00:01:48] It frays this skin and then underscore

[00:01:52] The case for war you spin and bleed

[00:01:56] The sales you feel screensavers feed

[00:01:59] The girls you breed the soaps that you write

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

[00:02:07] The moving scenes and suburbanites

[00:02:12] And smithereens got 'em scaling heights

[00:02:19] Modern times come talk me down

[00:02:21] The battle lines are drawn across this town

[00:02:30] Ghetto stones instead of chains

[00:02:38] Hearts and minds and us planes

[00:02:51] Nothing's changed

[00:02:59] Riot like the 1980's again

[00:03:10] The days of rage yeah nothing's changed

[00:03:28] More pretty flames