| Song | Why Do You Bother |
| Artist | Faith No More |
| Album | We Care a Lot |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Faith No More | |
| Why hold on? | |
| Your hands are getting sore | |
| You must be scared of something | |
| From the time before, well... | |
| We're here again | |
| How long, who knows? | |
| It's not your right to tell me | |
| Where this trip will go | |
| Pull away | |
| You're dying today | |
| You could enjoy it | |
| If you could take your feelings with you | |
| But put your mind on me | |
| And suck my energy | |
| And see the speed gets higher | |
| I see you hold on tighter.... | |
| But just fatigue | |
| Is all your face will show | |
| It's weary from the stress | |
| Getting delirious | |
| 'I didn't want this race | |
| We can't keep up this pace' | |
| We don't want to get well | |
| We want to go to hell | |
| We want an urban dream | |
| The fucking urban scream | |
| 'This time was mine to borrow | |
| I'll pay for it tomorrow' | |
| You'll pay for it today | |
| And as we drive away | |
| I'll make my pleasure greater | |
| Push the accelerator | |
| (and down we go) |
| zuo ci : Faith No More | |
| Why hold on? | |
| Your hands are getting sore | |
| You must be scared of something | |
| From the time before, well... | |
| We' re here again | |
| How long, who knows? | |
| It' s not your right to tell me | |
| Where this trip will go | |
| Pull away | |
| You' re dying today | |
| You could enjoy it | |
| If you could take your feelings with you | |
| But put your mind on me | |
| And suck my energy | |
| And see the speed gets higher | |
| I see you hold on tighter.... | |
| But just fatigue | |
| Is all your face will show | |
| It' s weary from the stress | |
| Getting delirious | |
| ' I didn' t want this race | |
| We can' t keep up this pace' | |
| We don' t want to get well | |
| We want to go to hell | |
| We want an urban dream | |
| The fucking urban scream | |
| ' This time was mine to borrow | |
| I' ll pay for it tomorrow' | |
| You' ll pay for it today | |
| And as we drive away | |
| I' ll make my pleasure greater | |
| Push the accelerator | |
| and down we go |
| zuò cí : Faith No More | |
| Why hold on? | |
| Your hands are getting sore | |
| You must be scared of something | |
| From the time before, well... | |
| We' re here again | |
| How long, who knows? | |
| It' s not your right to tell me | |
| Where this trip will go | |
| Pull away | |
| You' re dying today | |
| You could enjoy it | |
| If you could take your feelings with you | |
| But put your mind on me | |
| And suck my energy | |
| And see the speed gets higher | |
| I see you hold on tighter.... | |
| But just fatigue | |
| Is all your face will show | |
| It' s weary from the stress | |
| Getting delirious | |
| ' I didn' t want this race | |
| We can' t keep up this pace' | |
| We don' t want to get well | |
| We want to go to hell | |
| We want an urban dream | |
| The fucking urban scream | |
| ' This time was mine to borrow | |
| I' ll pay for it tomorrow' | |
| You' ll pay for it today | |
| And as we drive away | |
| I' ll make my pleasure greater | |
| Push the accelerator | |
| and down we go |