| Song | Under Bridges |
| Artist | Brave Saint Saturn |
| Album | So Far From Home |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Roper | |
| Yesterday while walking, | |
| Beneath an overpass, | |
| I saw the figure of | |
| Jesus, Standing barefoot on broken glass. | |
| His beard was graying, | |
| The smell of urine filled the air, | |
| Asking if | |
| I had some change, | |
| Anything that | |
| I could spare. | |
| Emaciated, | |
| His shaking fists balled up, | |
| Influenza and pneumonia, | |
| Begging God to take his cup. | |
| So different from his pictures, | |
| Breathing air through yellowed tubes, | |
| Jesus Christ, dying of | |
| AIDS, Can look right through you. | |
| And all have hated, | |
| Crucified and walked away, | |
| The Savior of the prostitutes, | |
| Drunkards, rapists, and the gays. | |
| Under bridges, | |
| With hands raised, | |
| From the ghettos they praise his name. | |
| Broke and crippled in the dark of night, | |
| Raise your voices to | |
| Jesus Christ, | |
| Hallelujah. |
| zuo qu : Roper | |
| Yesterday while walking, | |
| Beneath an overpass, | |
| I saw the figure of | |
| Jesus, Standing barefoot on broken glass. | |
| His beard was graying, | |
| The smell of urine filled the air, | |
| Asking if | |
| I had some change, | |
| Anything that | |
| I could spare. | |
| Emaciated, | |
| His shaking fists balled up, | |
| Influenza and pneumonia, | |
| Begging God to take his cup. | |
| So different from his pictures, | |
| Breathing air through yellowed tubes, | |
| Jesus Christ, dying of | |
| AIDS, Can look right through you. | |
| And all have hated, | |
| Crucified and walked away, | |
| The Savior of the prostitutes, | |
| Drunkards, rapists, and the gays. | |
| Under bridges, | |
| With hands raised, | |
| From the ghettos they praise his name. | |
| Broke and crippled in the dark of night, | |
| Raise your voices to | |
| Jesus Christ, | |
| Hallelujah. |
| zuò qǔ : Roper | |
| Yesterday while walking, | |
| Beneath an overpass, | |
| I saw the figure of | |
| Jesus, Standing barefoot on broken glass. | |
| His beard was graying, | |
| The smell of urine filled the air, | |
| Asking if | |
| I had some change, | |
| Anything that | |
| I could spare. | |
| Emaciated, | |
| His shaking fists balled up, | |
| Influenza and pneumonia, | |
| Begging God to take his cup. | |
| So different from his pictures, | |
| Breathing air through yellowed tubes, | |
| Jesus Christ, dying of | |
| AIDS, Can look right through you. | |
| And all have hated, | |
| Crucified and walked away, | |
| The Savior of the prostitutes, | |
| Drunkards, rapists, and the gays. | |
| Under bridges, | |
| With hands raised, | |
| From the ghettos they praise his name. | |
| Broke and crippled in the dark of night, | |
| Raise your voices to | |
| Jesus Christ, | |
| Hallelujah. |