| 作词 : Ford, Grombacher, Savigar | |
| We only take what we need | |
| In black and white the city bleeds | |
| Love cuts you down to the bone | |
| And walks these streets | |
| With the eyes of a hunter | |
| Bad blood flows from | |
| The father to the son | |
| How red the river runs, yeah | |
| Love was the law | |
| For sinners and saints | |
| Dead man's hand holds | |
| Aces & eights | |
| We're bound by wire, blood and fate | |
| Hanging on to nothing | |
| Aces & eights | |
| We let each other bleed | |
| And watch our bones fall in the dust | |
| You can hear the children howl | |
| It's all they see in the hour of the wolf | |
| Bad blood flows from | |
| The father to the son | |
| How red the river runs, yeah | |
| Love was the law | |
| For sinners and saints | |
| The dead man's hand holds | |
| Aces & eights | |
| We're bound by wire, blood and fate | |
| Hanging on to nothing | |
| Love was the law, sinners and saints | |
| Dead man's hand holds, aces & eights | |
| We're bound by wire, blood and fate | |
| Hanging on to nothing, hey, aces & eights | |
| Daytime, nighttime | |
| Standing in line at the border | |
| I wanna lay down the law | |
| I wanna tell 'em how it should be | |
| Bad blood flows from | |
| The father to the son | |
| How red the river runs, yeah | |
| Love was the law, love was the law | |
| For sinners and saints | |
| The dead man's hand holds aces & eights | |
| We're bound by wire, blood and fate | |
| Hanging on to nothing | |
| Love was the law for sinners and saints | |
| The dead man's hand holds aces & eights | |
| We're bound by wire, blood and fate | |
| Hanging on to nothing | |
| Aces & eights, hey, aces & eights | |
| Hey, aces & eights | |
| Uw, yeah, aces & eights, aces & eights |
| zuo ci : Ford, Grombacher, Savigar | |
| We only take what we need | |
| In black and white the city bleeds | |
| Love cuts you down to the bone | |
| And walks these streets | |
| With the eyes of a hunter | |
| Bad blood flows from | |
| The father to the son | |
| How red the river runs, yeah | |
| Love was the law | |
| For sinners and saints | |
| Dead man' s hand holds | |
| Aces eights | |
| We' re bound by wire, blood and fate | |
| Hanging on to nothing | |
| Aces eights | |
| We let each other bleed | |
| And watch our bones fall in the dust | |
| You can hear the children howl | |
| It' s all they see in the hour of the wolf | |
| Bad blood flows from | |
| The father to the son | |
| How red the river runs, yeah | |
| Love was the law | |
| For sinners and saints | |
| The dead man' s hand holds | |
| Aces eights | |
| We' re bound by wire, blood and fate | |
| Hanging on to nothing | |
| Love was the law, sinners and saints | |
| Dead man' s hand holds, aces eights | |
| We' re bound by wire, blood and fate | |
| Hanging on to nothing, hey, aces eights | |
| Daytime, nighttime | |
| Standing in line at the border | |
| I wanna lay down the law | |
| I wanna tell ' em how it should be | |
| Bad blood flows from | |
| The father to the son | |
| How red the river runs, yeah | |
| Love was the law, love was the law | |
| For sinners and saints | |
| The dead man' s hand holds aces eights | |
| We' re bound by wire, blood and fate | |
| Hanging on to nothing | |
| Love was the law for sinners and saints | |
| The dead man' s hand holds aces eights | |
| We' re bound by wire, blood and fate | |
| Hanging on to nothing | |
| Aces eights, hey, aces eights | |
| Hey, aces eights | |
| Uw, yeah, aces eights, aces eights |
| zuò cí : Ford, Grombacher, Savigar | |
| We only take what we need | |
| In black and white the city bleeds | |
| Love cuts you down to the bone | |
| And walks these streets | |
| With the eyes of a hunter | |
| Bad blood flows from | |
| The father to the son | |
| How red the river runs, yeah | |
| Love was the law | |
| For sinners and saints | |
| Dead man' s hand holds | |
| Aces eights | |
| We' re bound by wire, blood and fate | |
| Hanging on to nothing | |
| Aces eights | |
| We let each other bleed | |
| And watch our bones fall in the dust | |
| You can hear the children howl | |
| It' s all they see in the hour of the wolf | |
| Bad blood flows from | |
| The father to the son | |
| How red the river runs, yeah | |
| Love was the law | |
| For sinners and saints | |
| The dead man' s hand holds | |
| Aces eights | |
| We' re bound by wire, blood and fate | |
| Hanging on to nothing | |
| Love was the law, sinners and saints | |
| Dead man' s hand holds, aces eights | |
| We' re bound by wire, blood and fate | |
| Hanging on to nothing, hey, aces eights | |
| Daytime, nighttime | |
| Standing in line at the border | |
| I wanna lay down the law | |
| I wanna tell ' em how it should be | |
| Bad blood flows from | |
| The father to the son | |
| How red the river runs, yeah | |
| Love was the law, love was the law | |
| For sinners and saints | |
| The dead man' s hand holds aces eights | |
| We' re bound by wire, blood and fate | |
| Hanging on to nothing | |
| Love was the law for sinners and saints | |
| The dead man' s hand holds aces eights | |
| We' re bound by wire, blood and fate | |
| Hanging on to nothing | |
| Aces eights, hey, aces eights | |
| Hey, aces eights | |
| Uw, yeah, aces eights, aces eights |
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