| Song | Silence Is Golden But Duct Tape Is Silver |
| Artist | Against All Authority |
| Album | The Restoration Of Chaos & Order |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Against All Authority | |
| Me and Billy like to sleep all day | |
| On the floor is where we decay | |
| Mohawks in disarray from Cutler Ridge | |
| To mother****in' Biscayne Bay | |
| The gangs tried to kill us | |
| But we wouldn't take flight | |
| Brass knuckles and rusty knives | |
| Kept the wolves at bay | |
| And we'd play in traffic downtown | |
| Turn it up and take me away | |
| What do you do when there's nowhere to go? | |
| Empty pools and punk-rock shows | |
| Anger that nobody knows | |
| And the sun goes down | |
| And the streetlights glow | |
| We rolled through the city in a bucket of rust | |
| With the punk-rock South Dade girls screaming lyrics at us | |
| From the backseat and kicking up dust | |
| To the sound of the only people we can trust | |
| Out of control, and you've shivered my timbers | |
| I'm all ****ed up—the moon's just a sliver | |
| Yeah, silence is golden, but duct tape is silver | |
| Like the lining of the clouds that conceal the killers | |
| The streets aren't safe | |
| When the winds are blowing | |
| In the eye of the storm, | |
| The blood starts flowing | |
| We're gathering bricks and | |
| We're gonna start throwing them at you | |
| (We'll throw them at you) | |
| Kick us when we're down | |
| We're not going away | |
| We're the stray dogs that chase you | |
| The ones that betray you | |
| And wild through the streets | |
| And sleep with the decay of | |
| All that you have left us: Life in disarray | |
| Out of control, and you've shivered my timbers | |
| Tell us to shut up, and we'll give you the finger | |
| Yeah, silence is golden, but duct tape is silver | |
| Yeah, silence is golden, but duct tape is silver—obey! |
| zuo ci : Against All Authority | |
| Me and Billy like to sleep all day | |
| On the floor is where we decay | |
| Mohawks in disarray from Cutler Ridge | |
| To mother in' Biscayne Bay | |
| The gangs tried to kill us | |
| But we wouldn' t take flight | |
| Brass knuckles and rusty knives | |
| Kept the wolves at bay | |
| And we' d play in traffic downtown | |
| Turn it up and take me away | |
| What do you do when there' s nowhere to go? | |
| Empty pools and punkrock shows | |
| Anger that nobody knows | |
| And the sun goes down | |
| And the streetlights glow | |
| We rolled through the city in a bucket of rust | |
| With the punkrock South Dade girls screaming lyrics at us | |
| From the backseat and kicking up dust | |
| To the sound of the only people we can trust | |
| Out of control, and you' ve shivered my timbers | |
| I' m all ed up the moon' s just a sliver | |
| Yeah, silence is golden, but duct tape is silver | |
| Like the lining of the clouds that conceal the killers | |
| The streets aren' t safe | |
| When the winds are blowing | |
| In the eye of the storm, | |
| The blood starts flowing | |
| We' re gathering bricks and | |
| We' re gonna start throwing them at you | |
| We' ll throw them at you | |
| Kick us when we' re down | |
| We' re not going away | |
| We' re the stray dogs that chase you | |
| The ones that betray you | |
| And wild through the streets | |
| And sleep with the decay of | |
| All that you have left us: Life in disarray | |
| Out of control, and you' ve shivered my timbers | |
| Tell us to shut up, and we' ll give you the finger | |
| Yeah, silence is golden, but duct tape is silver | |
| Yeah, silence is golden, but duct tape is silver obey! |
| zuò cí : Against All Authority | |
| Me and Billy like to sleep all day | |
| On the floor is where we decay | |
| Mohawks in disarray from Cutler Ridge | |
| To mother in' Biscayne Bay | |
| The gangs tried to kill us | |
| But we wouldn' t take flight | |
| Brass knuckles and rusty knives | |
| Kept the wolves at bay | |
| And we' d play in traffic downtown | |
| Turn it up and take me away | |
| What do you do when there' s nowhere to go? | |
| Empty pools and punkrock shows | |
| Anger that nobody knows | |
| And the sun goes down | |
| And the streetlights glow | |
| We rolled through the city in a bucket of rust | |
| With the punkrock South Dade girls screaming lyrics at us | |
| From the backseat and kicking up dust | |
| To the sound of the only people we can trust | |
| Out of control, and you' ve shivered my timbers | |
| I' m all ed up the moon' s just a sliver | |
| Yeah, silence is golden, but duct tape is silver | |
| Like the lining of the clouds that conceal the killers | |
| The streets aren' t safe | |
| When the winds are blowing | |
| In the eye of the storm, | |
| The blood starts flowing | |
| We' re gathering bricks and | |
| We' re gonna start throwing them at you | |
| We' ll throw them at you | |
| Kick us when we' re down | |
| We' re not going away | |
| We' re the stray dogs that chase you | |
| The ones that betray you | |
| And wild through the streets | |
| And sleep with the decay of | |
| All that you have left us: Life in disarray | |
| Out of control, and you' ve shivered my timbers | |
| Tell us to shut up, and we' ll give you the finger | |
| Yeah, silence is golden, but duct tape is silver | |
| Yeah, silence is golden, but duct tape is silver obey! |