| Song | All Our Dark Tomorrows |
| Artist | Bruce Cockburn |
| Album | You've Never Seen Everything |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cockburn | |
| <Bruce Cockburn - All Our Dark Tomorrows Lyrics | |
| The village idiot takes the throne | |
| His the wind in which all must sway | |
| All sane people, die now | |
| Be lifted up and carried away | |
| Youve got no home in this world of sorrows' | |
| Theres a parasite feeding on | |
| Everybodys bag of rage | |
| What goes out returns again | |
| To smite the mouth and burn the page | |
| Under the rain of all our dark tomorrows | |
| I can see in the dark its where I used to live | |
| I see excess and the gaping need | |
| Follow the money see where it leads | |
| Its to shrunken men stuffed up with greed | |
| They meet and make plans in strange half-lit tableaux | |
| Under the rain of all our dark tomorrows | |
| Youve got no home in this world of sorrows |
| zuo ci : Cockburn | |
| Bruce Cockburn All Our Dark Tomorrows Lyrics | |
| The village idiot takes the throne | |
| His the wind in which all must sway | |
| All sane people, die now | |
| Be lifted up and carried away | |
| Youve got no home in this world of sorrows' | |
| Theres a parasite feeding on | |
| Everybodys bag of rage | |
| What goes out returns again | |
| To smite the mouth and burn the page | |
| Under the rain of all our dark tomorrows | |
| I can see in the dark its where I used to live | |
| I see excess and the gaping need | |
| Follow the money see where it leads | |
| Its to shrunken men stuffed up with greed | |
| They meet and make plans in strange halflit tableaux | |
| Under the rain of all our dark tomorrows | |
| Youve got no home in this world of sorrows |
| zuò cí : Cockburn | |
| Bruce Cockburn All Our Dark Tomorrows Lyrics | |
| The village idiot takes the throne | |
| His the wind in which all must sway | |
| All sane people, die now | |
| Be lifted up and carried away | |
| Youve got no home in this world of sorrows' | |
| Theres a parasite feeding on | |
| Everybodys bag of rage | |
| What goes out returns again | |
| To smite the mouth and burn the page | |
| Under the rain of all our dark tomorrows | |
| I can see in the dark its where I used to live | |
| I see excess and the gaping need | |
| Follow the money see where it leads | |
| Its to shrunken men stuffed up with greed | |
| They meet and make plans in strange halflit tableaux | |
| Under the rain of all our dark tomorrows | |
| Youve got no home in this world of sorrows |