| Song | Ashes In the Fall |
| Artist | Rage Against the Machine |
| Album | The Battle Of Los Angeles |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Morello, Rocha, Wilk | |
| A mass of hands press on the market window | |
| Ghosts of progress dressed in slow death | |
| Feeding on hunger and glaring through the promise | |
| Upon the food that rots slowly in the aisle | |
| A mass of nameless at the oasis | |
| That hides the graves beneath the masters hill | |
| Buried for drinking the rivers water | |
| While shackled to the line at the empty well | |
| This is the new sound | |
| Just like the old sound | |
| Just like the noose wound | |
| Over the new ground | |
| This is the new sound | |
| Just like the old sound | |
| Just like the noose wound | |
| Over the new ground | |
| Listen to the fascist sing | |
| Take hope here war is elsewhere | |
| You were chosen this is | |
| God's land | |
| Soon well be free of blot and mixture | |
| Seeds planted by our forefathers hand | |
| A mass of promises begin to rupture | |
| Like the pockets of the new world kings | |
| Like swollen stomachs in | |
| Appalachia | |
| Like the priests that **** you | |
| As they whisper holy things | |
| A mass of tears have transformed to stones now | |
| Sharpened on suffering woven into slings | |
| Hope lies in the rubble of this rich fortress | |
| Taking today what tomorrow never brings | |
| This is the new sound | |
| Just like the old sound | |
| Just like the noose wound | |
| Over new ground | |
| This is the new sound | |
| Just like the old sound | |
| Just like the noose wound | |
| Over the new ground | |
| This is the new sound | |
| Just like the old sound | |
| Just like the noose wound | |
| Over the new ground | |
| Ain't the new sound | |
| Just like the old sound | |
| Look at the noose now | |
| Over the, over the | |
| Over the burning ground | |
| Ain't it funny how the factory's doors close | |
| Round the time that the school doors close | |
| Round the time that the doors of the jail cells | |
| Open up to greet you like the reaper | |
| Ain't it funny how the factory's doors close | |
| Round the time that the school doors close | |
| Round the time that a hundred thousand jail cells | |
| Open up to greet you like the reaper[Incomprehensible] | |
| This is the new sound | |
| Just like the old sound | |
| Just like the noose wound | |
| Over the new ground | |
| This is the new sound | |
| Just like the old sound | |
| Just like the noose wound | |
| Over the new ground | |
| Like ashes in the fall | |
| Like ashes in the fall | |
| Like ashes in the fall... |
| zuo ci : Morello, Rocha, Wilk | |
| A mass of hands press on the market window | |
| Ghosts of progress dressed in slow death | |
| Feeding on hunger and glaring through the promise | |
| Upon the food that rots slowly in the aisle | |
| A mass of nameless at the oasis | |
| That hides the graves beneath the masters hill | |
| Buried for drinking the rivers water | |
| While shackled to the line at the empty well | |
| This is the new sound | |
| Just like the old sound | |
| Just like the noose wound | |
| Over the new ground | |
| This is the new sound | |
| Just like the old sound | |
| Just like the noose wound | |
| Over the new ground | |
| Listen to the fascist sing | |
| Take hope here war is elsewhere | |
| You were chosen this is | |
| God' s land | |
| Soon well be free of blot and mixture | |
| Seeds planted by our forefathers hand | |
| A mass of promises begin to rupture | |
| Like the pockets of the new world kings | |
| Like swollen stomachs in | |
| Appalachia | |
| Like the priests that you | |
| As they whisper holy things | |
| A mass of tears have transformed to stones now | |
| Sharpened on suffering woven into slings | |
| Hope lies in the rubble of this rich fortress | |
| Taking today what tomorrow never brings | |
| This is the new sound | |
| Just like the old sound | |
| Just like the noose wound | |
| Over new ground | |
| This is the new sound | |
| Just like the old sound | |
| Just like the noose wound | |
| Over the new ground | |
| This is the new sound | |
| Just like the old sound | |
| Just like the noose wound | |
| Over the new ground | |
| Ain' t the new sound | |
| Just like the old sound | |
| Look at the noose now | |
| Over the, over the | |
| Over the burning ground | |
| Ain' t it funny how the factory' s doors close | |
| Round the time that the school doors close | |
| Round the time that the doors of the jail cells | |
| Open up to greet you like the reaper | |
| Ain' t it funny how the factory' s doors close | |
| Round the time that the school doors close | |
| Round the time that a hundred thousand jail cells | |
| Open up to greet you like the reaper Incomprehensible | |
| This is the new sound | |
| Just like the old sound | |
| Just like the noose wound | |
| Over the new ground | |
| This is the new sound | |
| Just like the old sound | |
| Just like the noose wound | |
| Over the new ground | |
| Like ashes in the fall | |
| Like ashes in the fall | |
| Like ashes in the fall... |
| zuò cí : Morello, Rocha, Wilk | |
| A mass of hands press on the market window | |
| Ghosts of progress dressed in slow death | |
| Feeding on hunger and glaring through the promise | |
| Upon the food that rots slowly in the aisle | |
| A mass of nameless at the oasis | |
| That hides the graves beneath the masters hill | |
| Buried for drinking the rivers water | |
| While shackled to the line at the empty well | |
| This is the new sound | |
| Just like the old sound | |
| Just like the noose wound | |
| Over the new ground | |
| This is the new sound | |
| Just like the old sound | |
| Just like the noose wound | |
| Over the new ground | |
| Listen to the fascist sing | |
| Take hope here war is elsewhere | |
| You were chosen this is | |
| God' s land | |
| Soon well be free of blot and mixture | |
| Seeds planted by our forefathers hand | |
| A mass of promises begin to rupture | |
| Like the pockets of the new world kings | |
| Like swollen stomachs in | |
| Appalachia | |
| Like the priests that you | |
| As they whisper holy things | |
| A mass of tears have transformed to stones now | |
| Sharpened on suffering woven into slings | |
| Hope lies in the rubble of this rich fortress | |
| Taking today what tomorrow never brings | |
| This is the new sound | |
| Just like the old sound | |
| Just like the noose wound | |
| Over new ground | |
| This is the new sound | |
| Just like the old sound | |
| Just like the noose wound | |
| Over the new ground | |
| This is the new sound | |
| Just like the old sound | |
| Just like the noose wound | |
| Over the new ground | |
| Ain' t the new sound | |
| Just like the old sound | |
| Look at the noose now | |
| Over the, over the | |
| Over the burning ground | |
| Ain' t it funny how the factory' s doors close | |
| Round the time that the school doors close | |
| Round the time that the doors of the jail cells | |
| Open up to greet you like the reaper | |
| Ain' t it funny how the factory' s doors close | |
| Round the time that the school doors close | |
| Round the time that a hundred thousand jail cells | |
| Open up to greet you like the reaper Incomprehensible | |
| This is the new sound | |
| Just like the old sound | |
| Just like the noose wound | |
| Over the new ground | |
| This is the new sound | |
| Just like the old sound | |
| Just like the noose wound | |
| Over the new ground | |
| Like ashes in the fall | |
| Like ashes in the fall | |
| Like ashes in the fall... |