| Song | The History of Where Someone Has Been Killed |
| Artist | Marah |
| Album | Kids In Philly |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Bielanko, Bielanko | |
| There was a dumpster in an alley | |
| Looked like a black bear in the road | |
| There is a stain of blood, a Sixers cap | |
| And the stench of piss and beer | |
| There was an outskirt's glow of lamplight | |
| From a half a block away | |
| And there was the ghost of greed, | |
| The ghost of fury and the ghost of fear | |
| There was a charred spot in the gutter | |
| That would slick up in the rain | |
| There was a half tin can | |
| That been burned over the brand (name) | |
| Tall windows paned and plywood, where houses closed forever | |
| And the every night mosquitoes | |
| With no intent to land | |
| There came an old dog with a bad limp | |
| He had a slow gait and a hunger | |
| There was some pigeons on a wire | |
| And they were open-eyed and still | |
| There was an aura to the whole place | |
| Like someone else was lurking | |
| Such is the history of where someone has been killed… |
| zuo qu : Bielanko, Bielanko | |
| There was a dumpster in an alley | |
| Looked like a black bear in the road | |
| There is a stain of blood, a Sixers cap | |
| And the stench of piss and beer | |
| There was an outskirt' s glow of lamplight | |
| From a half a block away | |
| And there was the ghost of greed, | |
| The ghost of fury and the ghost of fear | |
| There was a charred spot in the gutter | |
| That would slick up in the rain | |
| There was a half tin can | |
| That been burned over the brand name | |
| Tall windows paned and plywood, where houses closed forever | |
| And the every night mosquitoes | |
| With no intent to land | |
| There came an old dog with a bad limp | |
| He had a slow gait and a hunger | |
| There was some pigeons on a wire | |
| And they were openeyed and still | |
| There was an aura to the whole place | |
| Like someone else was lurking | |
| Such is the history of where someone has been killed |
| zuò qǔ : Bielanko, Bielanko | |
| There was a dumpster in an alley | |
| Looked like a black bear in the road | |
| There is a stain of blood, a Sixers cap | |
| And the stench of piss and beer | |
| There was an outskirt' s glow of lamplight | |
| From a half a block away | |
| And there was the ghost of greed, | |
| The ghost of fury and the ghost of fear | |
| There was a charred spot in the gutter | |
| That would slick up in the rain | |
| There was a half tin can | |
| That been burned over the brand name | |
| Tall windows paned and plywood, where houses closed forever | |
| And the every night mosquitoes | |
| With no intent to land | |
| There came an old dog with a bad limp | |
| He had a slow gait and a hunger | |
| There was some pigeons on a wire | |
| And they were openeyed and still | |
| There was an aura to the whole place | |
| Like someone else was lurking | |
| Such is the history of where someone has been killed |