| 作词 : Vedder | |
| Vedder | |
| All in all it's no one's fault. Excuses turn to carbon walls. | |
| Blame it all on chemical intercourse. | |
| The swallowed seeds of arrogance breeding in the thoughts of | |
| ten-thousand fools that fight irrelevance. | |
| The full moon is dead skin. The one down here's wearing thin. | |
| So set up the ten pins as the human tide rolls in. | |
| Like a ball that's spinning. | |
| Bombs dropping down overhead. On the ground. | |
| It's instilled to want to live. | |
| Bombs dropping down. Please forgive our hometown in our | |
| insignificance. | |
| 'Turn the jukebox up,' he said. Dancing in irreverence. | |
| Play C-3. Let the song protest. | |
| The plates began to shift. Perfect lefts come rolling in. | |
| I was alone and far away, hey. When I heard the band start playing. | |
| On the lip they take off. | |
| Bombs dropping down overhead. Underground. | |
| It's instilled to want to live. | |
| Bombs dropping down. Please forgive our hometown in our | |
| insignificance. | |
| Feel like resonance of distance. In the blood the iron lies. | |
| It's instilled to want to live. | |
| Bombs dropping down. Please forgive our hometown in our | |
| insignificance. | |
| Oh, in our insignificance, oh. |
| zuo ci : Vedder | |
| Vedder | |
| All in all it' s no one' s fault. Excuses turn to carbon walls. | |
| Blame it all on chemical intercourse. | |
| The swallowed seeds of arrogance breeding in the thoughts of | |
| tenthousand fools that fight irrelevance. | |
| The full moon is dead skin. The one down here' s wearing thin. | |
| So set up the ten pins as the human tide rolls in. | |
| Like a ball that' s spinning. | |
| Bombs dropping down overhead. On the ground. | |
| It' s instilled to want to live. | |
| Bombs dropping down. Please forgive our hometown in our | |
| insignificance. | |
| ' Turn the jukebox up,' he said. Dancing in irreverence. | |
| Play C3. Let the song protest. | |
| The plates began to shift. Perfect lefts come rolling in. | |
| I was alone and far away, hey. When I heard the band start playing. | |
| On the lip they take off. | |
| Bombs dropping down overhead. Underground. | |
| It' s instilled to want to live. | |
| Bombs dropping down. Please forgive our hometown in our | |
| insignificance. | |
| Feel like resonance of distance. In the blood the iron lies. | |
| It' s instilled to want to live. | |
| Bombs dropping down. Please forgive our hometown in our | |
| insignificance. | |
| Oh, in our insignificance, oh. |
| zuò cí : Vedder | |
| Vedder | |
| All in all it' s no one' s fault. Excuses turn to carbon walls. | |
| Blame it all on chemical intercourse. | |
| The swallowed seeds of arrogance breeding in the thoughts of | |
| tenthousand fools that fight irrelevance. | |
| The full moon is dead skin. The one down here' s wearing thin. | |
| So set up the ten pins as the human tide rolls in. | |
| Like a ball that' s spinning. | |
| Bombs dropping down overhead. On the ground. | |
| It' s instilled to want to live. | |
| Bombs dropping down. Please forgive our hometown in our | |
| insignificance. | |
| ' Turn the jukebox up,' he said. Dancing in irreverence. | |
| Play C3. Let the song protest. | |
| The plates began to shift. Perfect lefts come rolling in. | |
| I was alone and far away, hey. When I heard the band start playing. | |
| On the lip they take off. | |
| Bombs dropping down overhead. Underground. | |
| It' s instilled to want to live. | |
| Bombs dropping down. Please forgive our hometown in our | |
| insignificance. | |
| Feel like resonance of distance. In the blood the iron lies. | |
| It' s instilled to want to live. | |
| Bombs dropping down. Please forgive our hometown in our | |
| insignificance. | |
| Oh, in our insignificance, oh. |
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