| Song | Heaven Runs On Oil |
| Artist | Nightmare of You |
| Album | Nightmare of You |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Nightmare Of You, Reilly | |
| Such derision when you fled | |
| They bruised your lank shins while you were down | |
| Some kicked the crutches from under your arms | |
| You are one sorry story, a lost cause from conceivement | |
| Still I like you and your thinking mind | |
| And it's like a good book reads | |
| Always question your country | |
| There's knives in their blue eyes | |
| So read up, and turn off the telly | |
| And say you do | |
| Say you love us like I know you will | |
| And that our deaths won't be in vain | |
| Or in the name of gasoline | |
| You then displaced to Paris, claiming your extra baggage | |
| Mashing the fancy of your relatives | |
| Nothing but tactfulness and peace | |
| Out door restaurants and coffee | |
| Books under your arm instead of crutches | |
| And it's like a good book reads | |
| Always question your country | |
| There's knives in their blue eyes | |
| So read up, and turn off the telly | |
| I said read up, and turn off the telly | |
| And say you do | |
| Say you love us like I know you will | |
| And that our deaths won't be in vain | |
| Or in the name of gasoline | |
| And say you do | |
| Say you love us like I know you will | |
| And that our deaths won't be in vain | |
| Or in the name of gasoline | |
| The bombs ring, we all sing "Freedom at last!" | |
| The bombs ring, children scream "Freedom at last!" | |
| The bombs ring, we all sing "Freedom at last!" | |
| The bombs ring, "Freedom at last!" | |
| And say you do | |
| Say you love us like I know you will | |
| And that our deaths won't be in vain | |
| Or in the name of gasoline | |
| And say you do | |
| Say you love us like I know you will | |
| And that our deaths won't be in vain | |
| Or in the name of gasoline |
| zuo qu : Nightmare Of You, Reilly | |
| Such derision when you fled | |
| They bruised your lank shins while you were down | |
| Some kicked the crutches from under your arms | |
| You are one sorry story, a lost cause from conceivement | |
| Still I like you and your thinking mind | |
| And it' s like a good book reads | |
| Always question your country | |
| There' s knives in their blue eyes | |
| So read up, and turn off the telly | |
| And say you do | |
| Say you love us like I know you will | |
| And that our deaths won' t be in vain | |
| Or in the name of gasoline | |
| You then displaced to Paris, claiming your extra baggage | |
| Mashing the fancy of your relatives | |
| Nothing but tactfulness and peace | |
| Out door restaurants and coffee | |
| Books under your arm instead of crutches | |
| And it' s like a good book reads | |
| Always question your country | |
| There' s knives in their blue eyes | |
| So read up, and turn off the telly | |
| I said read up, and turn off the telly | |
| And say you do | |
| Say you love us like I know you will | |
| And that our deaths won' t be in vain | |
| Or in the name of gasoline | |
| And say you do | |
| Say you love us like I know you will | |
| And that our deaths won' t be in vain | |
| Or in the name of gasoline | |
| The bombs ring, we all sing " Freedom at last!" | |
| The bombs ring, children scream " Freedom at last!" | |
| The bombs ring, we all sing " Freedom at last!" | |
| The bombs ring, " Freedom at last!" | |
| And say you do | |
| Say you love us like I know you will | |
| And that our deaths won' t be in vain | |
| Or in the name of gasoline | |
| And say you do | |
| Say you love us like I know you will | |
| And that our deaths won' t be in vain | |
| Or in the name of gasoline |
| zuò qǔ : Nightmare Of You, Reilly | |
| Such derision when you fled | |
| They bruised your lank shins while you were down | |
| Some kicked the crutches from under your arms | |
| You are one sorry story, a lost cause from conceivement | |
| Still I like you and your thinking mind | |
| And it' s like a good book reads | |
| Always question your country | |
| There' s knives in their blue eyes | |
| So read up, and turn off the telly | |
| And say you do | |
| Say you love us like I know you will | |
| And that our deaths won' t be in vain | |
| Or in the name of gasoline | |
| You then displaced to Paris, claiming your extra baggage | |
| Mashing the fancy of your relatives | |
| Nothing but tactfulness and peace | |
| Out door restaurants and coffee | |
| Books under your arm instead of crutches | |
| And it' s like a good book reads | |
| Always question your country | |
| There' s knives in their blue eyes | |
| So read up, and turn off the telly | |
| I said read up, and turn off the telly | |
| And say you do | |
| Say you love us like I know you will | |
| And that our deaths won' t be in vain | |
| Or in the name of gasoline | |
| And say you do | |
| Say you love us like I know you will | |
| And that our deaths won' t be in vain | |
| Or in the name of gasoline | |
| The bombs ring, we all sing " Freedom at last!" | |
| The bombs ring, children scream " Freedom at last!" | |
| The bombs ring, we all sing " Freedom at last!" | |
| The bombs ring, " Freedom at last!" | |
| And say you do | |
| Say you love us like I know you will | |
| And that our deaths won' t be in vain | |
| Or in the name of gasoline | |
| And say you do | |
| Say you love us like I know you will | |
| And that our deaths won' t be in vain | |
| Or in the name of gasoline |