Self Destructive Zones Lyrics
| Song | Self Destructive Zones |
| Artist | Drive-By Truckers |
| Album | Brighter Than Creation's Dark |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Cooley, Drive-By Truckers | |
| It was 1990 give or take | |
| I don't remember | |
| When the news of revolution hit the air | |
| The girls hadn't even started taking down our posters | |
| When the boys started cutting off their hair | |
| The radio stations all decided angst was finally old enough | |
| It ought to have a proper home | |
| Dead fat or rich nobody's left to bitch | |
| About the goings' on in self destructive zones | |
| The night the practice room caught fire | |
| There were rumors of a dragon headed straight for | |
| Muscle Shoals "Stoner tries to save an amplifier" | |
| And it's like the dragon's side of the story is never told | |
| When the dream and the man and the girls hang around long enough | |
| To make you think it's coming true, | |
| It's easier to let it all die a fairy tale, | |
| Than admit that something bigger is passing through | |
| The hippies rode a wave putting smiles on faces, | |
| That the devil wouldn't even put a shoe | |
| Caught between a generation dying from its habits, | |
| And another thinking rock and roll was new | |
| Till the pawn shops were packed like a backstage party, | |
| Hanging full of pointy ugly cheap guitars | |
| And the young'uns all turned to karaoke, | |
| Hanging all their wishes upon disregarded stars | |
| My Grandaddy's shotgun is locked in a closet | |
| And it never shot a thing that could have lived | |
| An old man decided that you couldn't choose your poison | |
| Till you're nearly old enough to vote for him | |
| They turned what was into something so disgusting | |
| Even wild dogs would disregard the bones | |
| Dead fat or rich nobody's left to bitch | |
| About the goings' on in self destructive zones |
| zuo qu : Cooley, DriveBy Truckers | |
| It was 1990 give or take | |
| I don' t remember | |
| When the news of revolution hit the air | |
| The girls hadn' t even started taking down our posters | |
| When the boys started cutting off their hair | |
| The radio stations all decided angst was finally old enough | |
| It ought to have a proper home | |
| Dead fat or rich nobody' s left to bitch | |
| About the goings' on in self destructive zones | |
| The night the practice room caught fire | |
| There were rumors of a dragon headed straight for | |
| Muscle Shoals " Stoner tries to save an amplifier" | |
| And it' s like the dragon' s side of the story is never told | |
| When the dream and the man and the girls hang around long enough | |
| To make you think it' s coming true, | |
| It' s easier to let it all die a fairy tale, | |
| Than admit that something bigger is passing through | |
| The hippies rode a wave putting smiles on faces, | |
| That the devil wouldn' t even put a shoe | |
| Caught between a generation dying from its habits, | |
| And another thinking rock and roll was new | |
| Till the pawn shops were packed like a backstage party, | |
| Hanging full of pointy ugly cheap guitars | |
| And the young' uns all turned to karaoke, | |
| Hanging all their wishes upon disregarded stars | |
| My Grandaddy' s shotgun is locked in a closet | |
| And it never shot a thing that could have lived | |
| An old man decided that you couldn' t choose your poison | |
| Till you' re nearly old enough to vote for him | |
| They turned what was into something so disgusting | |
| Even wild dogs would disregard the bones | |
| Dead fat or rich nobody' s left to bitch | |
| About the goings' on in self destructive zones |
| zuò qǔ : Cooley, DriveBy Truckers | |
| It was 1990 give or take | |
| I don' t remember | |
| When the news of revolution hit the air | |
| The girls hadn' t even started taking down our posters | |
| When the boys started cutting off their hair | |
| The radio stations all decided angst was finally old enough | |
| It ought to have a proper home | |
| Dead fat or rich nobody' s left to bitch | |
| About the goings' on in self destructive zones | |
| The night the practice room caught fire | |
| There were rumors of a dragon headed straight for | |
| Muscle Shoals " Stoner tries to save an amplifier" | |
| And it' s like the dragon' s side of the story is never told | |
| When the dream and the man and the girls hang around long enough | |
| To make you think it' s coming true, | |
| It' s easier to let it all die a fairy tale, | |
| Than admit that something bigger is passing through | |
| The hippies rode a wave putting smiles on faces, | |
| That the devil wouldn' t even put a shoe | |
| Caught between a generation dying from its habits, | |
| And another thinking rock and roll was new | |
| Till the pawn shops were packed like a backstage party, | |
| Hanging full of pointy ugly cheap guitars | |
| And the young' uns all turned to karaoke, | |
| Hanging all their wishes upon disregarded stars | |
| My Grandaddy' s shotgun is locked in a closet | |
| And it never shot a thing that could have lived | |
| An old man decided that you couldn' t choose your poison | |
| Till you' re nearly old enough to vote for him | |
| They turned what was into something so disgusting | |
| Even wild dogs would disregard the bones | |
| Dead fat or rich nobody' s left to bitch | |
| About the goings' on in self destructive zones |
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