| Song | Us of Lesser Gods |
| Artist | Flogging Molly |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Casey, King, Maxwell, Regan ... | |
| There's a breeze that's | |
| blowin' in from the land | |
| Instead of salt air all we | |
| breathe in is sand | |
| Crippled the cloud that | |
| once brought the rain | |
| Good job now we'll never | |
| see our coasts again | |
| But those of us, those of us | |
| Us of lesser gods | |
| Won't eat till we're hungry | |
| Won't drink till | |
| we're parched | |
| But those of us, those of us | |
| Who forget where we're from | |
| Create now this hell where | |
| no devil could spawn | |
| Take me back, take me back | |
| To the way life used to be | |
| A whisper's now sayin' | |
| What words used to speak | |
| Starve must the child, | |
| hungry sex on tv | |
| For no act of contrition | |
| Will pardon the soul | |
| The damage now glistens | |
| See how it glows | |
| But those of us, those of us | |
| Us of lesser gods | |
| Won't eat till we're hungry | |
| Won't drink till | |
| we're parched | |
| But those of us, those of us | |
| Who forget where we're from | |
| Create now this hell where | |
| no devil could spawn | |
| Take me back, take me back | |
| To the way life used to be | |
| Yesterday is better | |
| that it is today | |
| And today will be better | |
| than tomorrow they say | |
| We don't want what you know | |
| But we know what we want | |
| That's live and let live | |
| We're all different | |
| that counts | |
| But those of us, those of us | |
| Us of lesser gods | |
| Won't eat till we're hungry | |
| Won't drink till | |
| we're parched | |
| But those of us, those of us | |
| Who forget where we're from | |
| Create now this hell where | |
| no devil could spawn | |
| Dark is the shallow man | |
| Proud without pride | |
| Worn out comes the welcome | |
| From a truth that | |
| never lies | |
| Weep now for the tear | |
| Cold on the face | |
| So come down from | |
| your heaven lord | |
| Let me show you | |
| hell on earth | |
| Take me back | |
| To the way life's | |
| never been |
| zuo qu : Casey, King, Maxwell, Regan ... | |
| There' s a breeze that' s | |
| blowin' in from the land | |
| Instead of salt air all we | |
| breathe in is sand | |
| Crippled the cloud that | |
| once brought the rain | |
| Good job now we' ll never | |
| see our coasts again | |
| But those of us, those of us | |
| Us of lesser gods | |
| Won' t eat till we' re hungry | |
| Won' t drink till | |
| we' re parched | |
| But those of us, those of us | |
| Who forget where we' re from | |
| Create now this hell where | |
| no devil could spawn | |
| Take me back, take me back | |
| To the way life used to be | |
| A whisper' s now sayin' | |
| What words used to speak | |
| Starve must the child, | |
| hungry sex on tv | |
| For no act of contrition | |
| Will pardon the soul | |
| The damage now glistens | |
| See how it glows | |
| But those of us, those of us | |
| Us of lesser gods | |
| Won' t eat till we' re hungry | |
| Won' t drink till | |
| we' re parched | |
| But those of us, those of us | |
| Who forget where we' re from | |
| Create now this hell where | |
| no devil could spawn | |
| Take me back, take me back | |
| To the way life used to be | |
| Yesterday is better | |
| that it is today | |
| And today will be better | |
| than tomorrow they say | |
| We don' t want what you know | |
| But we know what we want | |
| That' s live and let live | |
| We' re all different | |
| that counts | |
| But those of us, those of us | |
| Us of lesser gods | |
| Won' t eat till we' re hungry | |
| Won' t drink till | |
| we' re parched | |
| But those of us, those of us | |
| Who forget where we' re from | |
| Create now this hell where | |
| no devil could spawn | |
| Dark is the shallow man | |
| Proud without pride | |
| Worn out comes the welcome | |
| From a truth that | |
| never lies | |
| Weep now for the tear | |
| Cold on the face | |
| So come down from | |
| your heaven lord | |
| Let me show you | |
| hell on earth | |
| Take me back | |
| To the way life' s | |
| never been |
| zuò qǔ : Casey, King, Maxwell, Regan ... | |
| There' s a breeze that' s | |
| blowin' in from the land | |
| Instead of salt air all we | |
| breathe in is sand | |
| Crippled the cloud that | |
| once brought the rain | |
| Good job now we' ll never | |
| see our coasts again | |
| But those of us, those of us | |
| Us of lesser gods | |
| Won' t eat till we' re hungry | |
| Won' t drink till | |
| we' re parched | |
| But those of us, those of us | |
| Who forget where we' re from | |
| Create now this hell where | |
| no devil could spawn | |
| Take me back, take me back | |
| To the way life used to be | |
| A whisper' s now sayin' | |
| What words used to speak | |
| Starve must the child, | |
| hungry sex on tv | |
| For no act of contrition | |
| Will pardon the soul | |
| The damage now glistens | |
| See how it glows | |
| But those of us, those of us | |
| Us of lesser gods | |
| Won' t eat till we' re hungry | |
| Won' t drink till | |
| we' re parched | |
| But those of us, those of us | |
| Who forget where we' re from | |
| Create now this hell where | |
| no devil could spawn | |
| Take me back, take me back | |
| To the way life used to be | |
| Yesterday is better | |
| that it is today | |
| And today will be better | |
| than tomorrow they say | |
| We don' t want what you know | |
| But we know what we want | |
| That' s live and let live | |
| We' re all different | |
| that counts | |
| But those of us, those of us | |
| Us of lesser gods | |
| Won' t eat till we' re hungry | |
| Won' t drink till | |
| we' re parched | |
| But those of us, those of us | |
| Who forget where we' re from | |
| Create now this hell where | |
| no devil could spawn | |
| Dark is the shallow man | |
| Proud without pride | |
| Worn out comes the welcome | |
| From a truth that | |
| never lies | |
| Weep now for the tear | |
| Cold on the face | |
| So come down from | |
| your heaven lord | |
| Let me show you | |
| hell on earth | |
| Take me back | |
| To the way life' s | |
| never been |