| Song | Feed The Enemy |
| Artist | Magazine |
| Album | Magazine... (Where The Power Is) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Devoto, Formula | |
| Feed The Enemy | |
| Magazine | |
| It's always raining over the border | |
| there's been a plane crash out there | |
| in the wheatfields | |
| they're picking up the pieces | |
| we could go and look | |
| and stare | |
| How many friends have we over there ? | |
| the border guards fight unconvincingly | |
| whatever we do | |
| it seems things are arranged | |
| we always have to feed the enemy | |
| You could dance for me | |
| and punch me through | |
| You could dance for me | |
| and punch me through | |
| You could dance for me | |
| and punch me through | |
| You could dance for me | |
| and punch me through | |
| We watched them trash thee last camera | |
| glued to all our TV's | |
| the actors on the replay | |
| trying again to touch you and me | |
| But they always seem to know | |
| exactly what they're talking about | |
| now they've got you in a corner | |
| you've got no room to move | |
| you've got no room for doubt | |
| that's exactly what they're talking about | |
| now they're got you in a corner | |
| no room to move | |
| no room for doubt |
| zuo ci : Devoto, Formula | |
| Feed The Enemy | |
| Magazine | |
| It' s always raining over the border | |
| there' s been a plane crash out there | |
| in the wheatfields | |
| they' re picking up the pieces | |
| we could go and look | |
| and stare | |
| How many friends have we over there ? | |
| the border guards fight unconvincingly | |
| whatever we do | |
| it seems things are arranged | |
| we always have to feed the enemy | |
| You could dance for me | |
| and punch me through | |
| You could dance for me | |
| and punch me through | |
| You could dance for me | |
| and punch me through | |
| You could dance for me | |
| and punch me through | |
| We watched them trash thee last camera | |
| glued to all our TV' s | |
| the actors on the replay | |
| trying again to touch you and me | |
| But they always seem to know | |
| exactly what they' re talking about | |
| now they' ve got you in a corner | |
| you' ve got no room to move | |
| you' ve got no room for doubt | |
| that' s exactly what they' re talking about | |
| now they' re got you in a corner | |
| no room to move | |
| no room for doubt |
| zuò cí : Devoto, Formula | |
| Feed The Enemy | |
| Magazine | |
| It' s always raining over the border | |
| there' s been a plane crash out there | |
| in the wheatfields | |
| they' re picking up the pieces | |
| we could go and look | |
| and stare | |
| How many friends have we over there ? | |
| the border guards fight unconvincingly | |
| whatever we do | |
| it seems things are arranged | |
| we always have to feed the enemy | |
| You could dance for me | |
| and punch me through | |
| You could dance for me | |
| and punch me through | |
| You could dance for me | |
| and punch me through | |
| You could dance for me | |
| and punch me through | |
| We watched them trash thee last camera | |
| glued to all our TV' s | |
| the actors on the replay | |
| trying again to touch you and me | |
| But they always seem to know | |
| exactly what they' re talking about | |
| now they' ve got you in a corner | |
| you' ve got no room to move | |
| you' ve got no room for doubt | |
| that' s exactly what they' re talking about | |
| now they' re got you in a corner | |
| no room to move | |
| no room for doubt |