《Grudge Music》歌词

[00:00:08] Deaf blind granite block content to graze with familiar stock

[00:00:13] A local lard not an english black

[00:00:15] We don't venture into the fog

[00:00:18] Homeward bound and gagged

[00:00:19] Not twenty steps from the door

[00:00:22] Dispensable as cooks at sea or journalists sent to war

[00:00:27] No one found me spellbinding no one offered me a drink

[00:00:43] But by crippled hands at the potters wheel

[00:00:45] I was given shape and insects appeal

[00:00:48] Sent to work the graveryard shift at heaven's JDC

[00:00:53] A legend to the peasants there

[00:00:56] But lights had caught me unaware

[00:01:01] I've wandered into your graces so how do I get out

[00:01:08] How do I get out

[00:01:11] How do I get out

[00:01:15] How do I get out

[00:01:19] It's been quiet for too long

[00:01:22] But pompous phrases and alarms can't help you now

[00:01:26] And every pervert outside of every fence has had

[00:01:30] His fill of your kids

[00:01:33] He's clocking out

[00:01:44] Such indecisive crusaders

[00:01:46] A martyr made into a scenic blur

[00:01:48] A lookout into a left behind

[00:01:50] What wounded pride

[00:01:53] No one finds me spellbinding

[00:01:57] No ones buying me a drink

[00:02:02] I've been to the lions

[00:02:06] Left high and dry by the eightth circle of hell

[00:02:10] Where are the spoils

[00:02:11] I want the ticker tape parade

[00:02:15] Damn these filthy rats