| Song | Be All That You Can't Be |
| Artist | Broadway Calls |
| Album | Good Views, Bad News |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Broadway Calls | |
| You don't stop, not even to rest | |
| You'll clean up the mess you made out of our lives | |
| For the last time tonight | |
| Let them see the liar in your eyes | |
| They are the last ones down | |
| But they're the first ones out | |
| You're telling the stories, you're selling the glory | |
| To the kids on the bad side of town | |
| And they say | |
| Cross our fingers | |
| For believers | |
| Only one cadence away | |
| The truth is you see troops, not children | |
| You smile and you pretend as you hand guns out to my friends | |
| You sell these kids a new beginning | |
| You smile and you pretend as you hand guns out, guns out to my friends | |
| A new crop, so hard to resist | |
| You're selling the kids with limited options | |
| To the lowest bid | |
| Safety in numbers proved wrong again | |
| They are the last ones down | |
| But they're the first ones out | |
| You're telling the stories, you're selling the glory | |
| To the kids on the bad side of town | |
| The truth is you see troops, not children | |
| You smile and you pretend as you hand guns out to my friends | |
| You sell these kids a new beginning | |
| You smile and you pretend as you hand guns out, guns out to my friends | |
| I gotta know who you are | |
| The suspense is killing me | |
| The kids are backed against the wall | |
| You set them up to take a fall | |
| I gotta know who you are | |
| The suspense is killing me | |
| The kids are backed against the wall | |
| You set them up to take a fall | |
| The kids are running on alcohol with no clue | |
| Their backs against the wall |
| zuo qu : Broadway Calls | |
| You don' t stop, not even to rest | |
| You' ll clean up the mess you made out of our lives | |
| For the last time tonight | |
| Let them see the liar in your eyes | |
| They are the last ones down | |
| But they' re the first ones out | |
| You' re telling the stories, you' re selling the glory | |
| To the kids on the bad side of town | |
| And they say | |
| Cross our fingers | |
| For believers | |
| Only one cadence away | |
| The truth is you see troops, not children | |
| You smile and you pretend as you hand guns out to my friends | |
| You sell these kids a new beginning | |
| You smile and you pretend as you hand guns out, guns out to my friends | |
| A new crop, so hard to resist | |
| You' re selling the kids with limited options | |
| To the lowest bid | |
| Safety in numbers proved wrong again | |
| They are the last ones down | |
| But they' re the first ones out | |
| You' re telling the stories, you' re selling the glory | |
| To the kids on the bad side of town | |
| The truth is you see troops, not children | |
| You smile and you pretend as you hand guns out to my friends | |
| You sell these kids a new beginning | |
| You smile and you pretend as you hand guns out, guns out to my friends | |
| I gotta know who you are | |
| The suspense is killing me | |
| The kids are backed against the wall | |
| You set them up to take a fall | |
| I gotta know who you are | |
| The suspense is killing me | |
| The kids are backed against the wall | |
| You set them up to take a fall | |
| The kids are running on alcohol with no clue | |
| Their backs against the wall |
| zuò qǔ : Broadway Calls | |
| You don' t stop, not even to rest | |
| You' ll clean up the mess you made out of our lives | |
| For the last time tonight | |
| Let them see the liar in your eyes | |
| They are the last ones down | |
| But they' re the first ones out | |
| You' re telling the stories, you' re selling the glory | |
| To the kids on the bad side of town | |
| And they say | |
| Cross our fingers | |
| For believers | |
| Only one cadence away | |
| The truth is you see troops, not children | |
| You smile and you pretend as you hand guns out to my friends | |
| You sell these kids a new beginning | |
| You smile and you pretend as you hand guns out, guns out to my friends | |
| A new crop, so hard to resist | |
| You' re selling the kids with limited options | |
| To the lowest bid | |
| Safety in numbers proved wrong again | |
| They are the last ones down | |
| But they' re the first ones out | |
| You' re telling the stories, you' re selling the glory | |
| To the kids on the bad side of town | |
| The truth is you see troops, not children | |
| You smile and you pretend as you hand guns out to my friends | |
| You sell these kids a new beginning | |
| You smile and you pretend as you hand guns out, guns out to my friends | |
| I gotta know who you are | |
| The suspense is killing me | |
| The kids are backed against the wall | |
| You set them up to take a fall | |
| I gotta know who you are | |
| The suspense is killing me | |
| The kids are backed against the wall | |
| You set them up to take a fall | |
| The kids are running on alcohol with no clue | |
| Their backs against the wall |