| Song | The Rush Is Loud |
| Artist | God Lives Underwater |
| Album | Life In The So-Called Space Age |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Reilly, Turzo | |
| They saw him from the rooftops | |
| They saw him from way up there | |
| They just couldn't come down to where he was | |
| They studied for years on end | |
| They were always confused | |
| They just couldn't believe how he abused himself | |
| It's with us all the time | |
| How he abused himself | |
| And we abuse ourselves | |
| They took lots of pictures | |
| Hidden microphones | |
| All he wanted was to be left alone | |
| After years of footage and miles of tape | |
| They're on their way down to him | |
| And he can't wait to be with them all the time | |
| We abuse ourselves and he abused himself | |
| It's with us all the time | |
| He abused himself and we abuse ourselves | |
| They were looking for answers to all the hits he sent | |
| There were way too many to document | |
| They settled on a theory that we all knew | |
| We just hide the fact that we abuse ourselves | |
| Shot in the arm or shot in the head | |
| It's killing me or all my friends | |
| It spreads like a disease | |
| We all become with ease | |
| Blood balloons like a mushroom cloud | |
| The rush is loud | |
| The rush is loud |
| zuo ci : Reilly, Turzo | |
| They saw him from the rooftops | |
| They saw him from way up there | |
| They just couldn' t come down to where he was | |
| They studied for years on end | |
| They were always confused | |
| They just couldn' t believe how he abused himself | |
| It' s with us all the time | |
| How he abused himself | |
| And we abuse ourselves | |
| They took lots of pictures | |
| Hidden microphones | |
| All he wanted was to be left alone | |
| After years of footage and miles of tape | |
| They' re on their way down to him | |
| And he can' t wait to be with them all the time | |
| We abuse ourselves and he abused himself | |
| It' s with us all the time | |
| He abused himself and we abuse ourselves | |
| They were looking for answers to all the hits he sent | |
| There were way too many to document | |
| They settled on a theory that we all knew | |
| We just hide the fact that we abuse ourselves | |
| Shot in the arm or shot in the head | |
| It' s killing me or all my friends | |
| It spreads like a disease | |
| We all become with ease | |
| Blood balloons like a mushroom cloud | |
| The rush is loud | |
| The rush is loud |
| zuò cí : Reilly, Turzo | |
| They saw him from the rooftops | |
| They saw him from way up there | |
| They just couldn' t come down to where he was | |
| They studied for years on end | |
| They were always confused | |
| They just couldn' t believe how he abused himself | |
| It' s with us all the time | |
| How he abused himself | |
| And we abuse ourselves | |
| They took lots of pictures | |
| Hidden microphones | |
| All he wanted was to be left alone | |
| After years of footage and miles of tape | |
| They' re on their way down to him | |
| And he can' t wait to be with them all the time | |
| We abuse ourselves and he abused himself | |
| It' s with us all the time | |
| He abused himself and we abuse ourselves | |
| They were looking for answers to all the hits he sent | |
| There were way too many to document | |
| They settled on a theory that we all knew | |
| We just hide the fact that we abuse ourselves | |
| Shot in the arm or shot in the head | |
| It' s killing me or all my friends | |
| It spreads like a disease | |
| We all become with ease | |
| Blood balloons like a mushroom cloud | |
| The rush is loud | |
| The rush is loud |