| Song | Droppin Like Flies |
| Artist | Mötley Crüe |
| Album | Mötley Crüe |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Corabi, Lee, Mars, Sixx | |
| A war zone in the streets | |
| It's anarchy and siege | |
| We hope it goes away | |
| Graffiti on the walls in modern babylon | |
| Nothing left to save | |
| Feel the rebel's heed | |
| Revolution undermines belief | |
| My eyes have seen this shit before | |
| We're barely hangin' by the skin of our teeth | |
| We've all raped it | |
| The future's wasted | |
| We can't save it now | |
| We're droppin' like flies | |
| Bye, bye, your droppin' like flies | |
| Hate is growing fast | |
| In a haze cloud of crack | |
| But it helps us fade away | |
| Some inner city queen french kisses his disease | |
| With one foot in the grave | |
| And the junkyard we call home | |
| Is primed and ready for another war | |
| My, my, my, the children have no chance | |
| These eyes have seen this all go down before | |
| We've all raped it | |
| The future's wasted | |
| Can we take it? | |
| Is nothing sacred? | |
| We can't save it now | |
| Woke up late in a fresh dug grave | |
| With a conscience on my brain | |
| I'm not here to save your world | |
| But mine won't stay the same | |
| We're droppin' like flies | |
| Bye, bye, your droppin' like flies |
| zuo qu : Corabi, Lee, Mars, Sixx | |
| A war zone in the streets | |
| It' s anarchy and siege | |
| We hope it goes away | |
| Graffiti on the walls in modern babylon | |
| Nothing left to save | |
| Feel the rebel' s heed | |
| Revolution undermines belief | |
| My eyes have seen this shit before | |
| We' re barely hangin' by the skin of our teeth | |
| We' ve all raped it | |
| The future' s wasted | |
| We can' t save it now | |
| We' re droppin' like flies | |
| Bye, bye, your droppin' like flies | |
| Hate is growing fast | |
| In a haze cloud of crack | |
| But it helps us fade away | |
| Some inner city queen french kisses his disease | |
| With one foot in the grave | |
| And the junkyard we call home | |
| Is primed and ready for another war | |
| My, my, my, the children have no chance | |
| These eyes have seen this all go down before | |
| We' ve all raped it | |
| The future' s wasted | |
| Can we take it? | |
| Is nothing sacred? | |
| We can' t save it now | |
| Woke up late in a fresh dug grave | |
| With a conscience on my brain | |
| I' m not here to save your world | |
| But mine won' t stay the same | |
| We' re droppin' like flies | |
| Bye, bye, your droppin' like flies |
| zuò qǔ : Corabi, Lee, Mars, Sixx | |
| A war zone in the streets | |
| It' s anarchy and siege | |
| We hope it goes away | |
| Graffiti on the walls in modern babylon | |
| Nothing left to save | |
| Feel the rebel' s heed | |
| Revolution undermines belief | |
| My eyes have seen this shit before | |
| We' re barely hangin' by the skin of our teeth | |
| We' ve all raped it | |
| The future' s wasted | |
| We can' t save it now | |
| We' re droppin' like flies | |
| Bye, bye, your droppin' like flies | |
| Hate is growing fast | |
| In a haze cloud of crack | |
| But it helps us fade away | |
| Some inner city queen french kisses his disease | |
| With one foot in the grave | |
| And the junkyard we call home | |
| Is primed and ready for another war | |
| My, my, my, the children have no chance | |
| These eyes have seen this all go down before | |
| We' ve all raped it | |
| The future' s wasted | |
| Can we take it? | |
| Is nothing sacred? | |
| We can' t save it now | |
| Woke up late in a fresh dug grave | |
| With a conscience on my brain | |
| I' m not here to save your world | |
| But mine won' t stay the same | |
| We' re droppin' like flies | |
| Bye, bye, your droppin' like flies |