| Song | Room For One More |
| Artist | Anthrax |
| Album | Sound Of White Noise |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Bello, Benante, Bush, Ian | |
| Fix the mental, as if that changes anything | |
| Your heart is cured now, you're normal once again | |
| One confession, you thought that's all it took | |
| But redemption, doesn't let you off the hook | |
| One of us can't erase the past | |
| To change who he would be | |
| One of us on a whim would act | |
| Then look for sympathy, not from me | |
| Hear me say, one more chance to believe in | |
| That you can even the score | |
| One more place at the table | |
| Always room for one more, room for one more | |
| Thinkin' evil is that just your normal gig | |
| Fueled by hatred, happy as a stuffed pig | |
| You're so lonely, everyone around you reeks | |
| Of indifference, thriving in their apathy | |
| One of us can't erase the past | |
| To change who he would be | |
| One of us on a whim would act | |
| Then look for sympathy, not from me | |
| Hear me say, one more chance to believe in | |
| That you can even the score | |
| One more place at the table | |
| Always room for one more | |
| One more chance to believe in | |
| That you can even the score | |
| One more place at the table | |
| Always room for one more, room for one more | |
| Your schism, my distress | |
| Your failure is my success | |
| Squeezed out, kept me down | |
| What goes around comes around | |
| I can wait you out | |
| Patience is my virtue | |
| Call it payback, call it proper grounds | |
| What goes around always comes around, always comes around | |
| Hear me say, one more chance to believe in | |
| That you can even the score | |
| One more place at the table | |
| Always room for one more | |
| One more chance to believe in | |
| That you can even the score | |
| One more place at the table | |
| Always room for one more, room for one more | |
| Always room for one more |
| zuo ci : Bello, Benante, Bush, Ian | |
| Fix the mental, as if that changes anything | |
| Your heart is cured now, you' re normal once again | |
| One confession, you thought that' s all it took | |
| But redemption, doesn' t let you off the hook | |
| One of us can' t erase the past | |
| To change who he would be | |
| One of us on a whim would act | |
| Then look for sympathy, not from me | |
| Hear me say, one more chance to believe in | |
| That you can even the score | |
| One more place at the table | |
| Always room for one more, room for one more | |
| Thinkin' evil is that just your normal gig | |
| Fueled by hatred, happy as a stuffed pig | |
| You' re so lonely, everyone around you reeks | |
| Of indifference, thriving in their apathy | |
| One of us can' t erase the past | |
| To change who he would be | |
| One of us on a whim would act | |
| Then look for sympathy, not from me | |
| Hear me say, one more chance to believe in | |
| That you can even the score | |
| One more place at the table | |
| Always room for one more | |
| One more chance to believe in | |
| That you can even the score | |
| One more place at the table | |
| Always room for one more, room for one more | |
| Your schism, my distress | |
| Your failure is my success | |
| Squeezed out, kept me down | |
| What goes around comes around | |
| I can wait you out | |
| Patience is my virtue | |
| Call it payback, call it proper grounds | |
| What goes around always comes around, always comes around | |
| Hear me say, one more chance to believe in | |
| That you can even the score | |
| One more place at the table | |
| Always room for one more | |
| One more chance to believe in | |
| That you can even the score | |
| One more place at the table | |
| Always room for one more, room for one more | |
| Always room for one more |
| zuò cí : Bello, Benante, Bush, Ian | |
| Fix the mental, as if that changes anything | |
| Your heart is cured now, you' re normal once again | |
| One confession, you thought that' s all it took | |
| But redemption, doesn' t let you off the hook | |
| One of us can' t erase the past | |
| To change who he would be | |
| One of us on a whim would act | |
| Then look for sympathy, not from me | |
| Hear me say, one more chance to believe in | |
| That you can even the score | |
| One more place at the table | |
| Always room for one more, room for one more | |
| Thinkin' evil is that just your normal gig | |
| Fueled by hatred, happy as a stuffed pig | |
| You' re so lonely, everyone around you reeks | |
| Of indifference, thriving in their apathy | |
| One of us can' t erase the past | |
| To change who he would be | |
| One of us on a whim would act | |
| Then look for sympathy, not from me | |
| Hear me say, one more chance to believe in | |
| That you can even the score | |
| One more place at the table | |
| Always room for one more | |
| One more chance to believe in | |
| That you can even the score | |
| One more place at the table | |
| Always room for one more, room for one more | |
| Your schism, my distress | |
| Your failure is my success | |
| Squeezed out, kept me down | |
| What goes around comes around | |
| I can wait you out | |
| Patience is my virtue | |
| Call it payback, call it proper grounds | |
| What goes around always comes around, always comes around | |
| Hear me say, one more chance to believe in | |
| That you can even the score | |
| One more place at the table | |
| Always room for one more | |
| One more chance to believe in | |
| That you can even the score | |
| One more place at the table | |
| Always room for one more, room for one more | |
| Always room for one more |