| Song | Eyes Of The South |
| Artist | Down |
| Album | Diary of a Mad Band |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Anselmo, Keenan | |
| Goddamn!This time it's real | |
| It's a love that | |
| I feelI may be tainted but | |
| God knowsIt's good to me, could you see? | |
| I leave my woes | |
| At strangers road dispose | |
| And let the sun back on my face, whoa | |
| It's a soul sense of pride | |
| Good Lord, the | |
| South is blind | |
| But she gives me so much suffrage with my pain, heah | |
| I feel the strain | |
| When I get behind a big slow day | |
| I've ****ed it all | |
| Was that down? | |
| Was that family? | |
| I leave my woes | |
| At stranger's road dispose | |
| And let the sun back on my face, whoa | |
| It's a soul sense of pride | |
| Good Lord, the | |
| South is blind | |
| But she will never let me go insane, hoah | |
| Please let me die there(Please let me) | |
| Cold war leaves me there(Cold war, yeah) | |
| Let! |
| zuo ci : Anselmo, Keenan | |
| Goddamn! This time it' s real | |
| It' s a love that | |
| I feelI may be tainted but | |
| God knowsIt' s good to me, could you see? | |
| I leave my woes | |
| At strangers road dispose | |
| And let the sun back on my face, whoa | |
| It' s a soul sense of pride | |
| Good Lord, the | |
| South is blind | |
| But she gives me so much suffrage with my pain, heah | |
| I feel the strain | |
| When I get behind a big slow day | |
| I' ve ed it all | |
| Was that down? | |
| Was that family? | |
| I leave my woes | |
| At stranger' s road dispose | |
| And let the sun back on my face, whoa | |
| It' s a soul sense of pride | |
| Good Lord, the | |
| South is blind | |
| But she will never let me go insane, hoah | |
| Please let me die there Please let me | |
| Cold war leaves me there Cold war, yeah | |
| Let! |
| zuò cí : Anselmo, Keenan | |
| Goddamn! This time it' s real | |
| It' s a love that | |
| I feelI may be tainted but | |
| God knowsIt' s good to me, could you see? | |
| I leave my woes | |
| At strangers road dispose | |
| And let the sun back on my face, whoa | |
| It' s a soul sense of pride | |
| Good Lord, the | |
| South is blind | |
| But she gives me so much suffrage with my pain, heah | |
| I feel the strain | |
| When I get behind a big slow day | |
| I' ve ed it all | |
| Was that down? | |
| Was that family? | |
| I leave my woes | |
| At stranger' s road dispose | |
| And let the sun back on my face, whoa | |
| It' s a soul sense of pride | |
| Good Lord, the | |
| South is blind | |
| But she will never let me go insane, hoah | |
| Please let me die there Please let me | |
| Cold war leaves me there Cold war, yeah | |
| Let! |