所属专辑:The Airing of Grievances (Explicit)
歌手: Titus Andronicus
时长: 05:55
Fear and Loathing in Mahwah, NJ - Titus Andronicus[00:00:00]
Written by:Patrick Stickles[00:00:02]
Why do you do the things you've done[00:00:07]
And how dumb would you have to be[00:00:12]
To do them again like I know you're going to[00:00:16]
If you're the poet you say you are and beauty's in everything you see[00:00:26]
Then how can love exist in a world run by people like you[00:00:35]
Because when there's suffering you're there[00:00:45]
From southern trees you hang them in the air[00:00:50]
The world screams out in agony and you don't care[00:00:55]
But should the sh*t hit the fan[00:01:04]
I just pray you will not be spared[00:01:07]
F**k you[00:01:12]
You took a heart with so much room for love[00:01:26]
And filled it with hatred and rage[00:01:29]
Until there was nothing left but for it to shrivel up and die[00:01:32]
People will tell you that if you don't love your neighbor[00:01:38]
Then you don't love god[00:01:42]
But no god of mine would put light in such unrighteous eyes[00:01:44]
Now the way we hold each other so tight[00:01:50]
Would look more like a noose if held up to the light[00:01:53]
Because we betray each other in dreams every night[00:01:56]
Now let's never speak of it again all right[00:02:02]
All right[00:02:11]
Even now I curse the day and yet I think[00:04:56]
Few come within the compass of my curse[00:04:59]
Wherein I did not some notorious ill[00:05:02]
As kill a man or else devise his death[00:05:05]
Ravish a maid or plot the way to do it[00:05:08]
Accuse some innocent and forswear myself[00:05:11]
Set deadly enmity between two friends[00:05:14]
Make poor men's cattle break their necks[00:05:17]
Set fire on barns and hay stacks in the night[00:05:20]
And bid the owners quench them with their tears[00:05:23]
Oft have I digged up dead men from their graves[00:05:26]
And set them upright at their dear friends' doors[00:05:29]
Even when their sorrows almost were forgot[00:05:32]
And on their skins as on the bark of trees[00:05:35]
Have with my knife carved in roman letters[00:05:38]
Let not your sorrow die though I am dead[00:05:41]
Tut I have done a thousand dreadful things[00:05:45]
As willingly as one would kill a fly[00:05:47]
And nothing grieves me heartily indeed[00:05:50]
But that I cannot do ten thousand more[00:05:52]