| Song | Everything Went Numb |
| Artist | Streetlight Manifesto |
| Album | Everything Goes Numb |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Kalnoky | |
| And the story goes like this: | |
| Everything went numb for the money and the guns and | |
| Everytime he'd think it out: there's nothing to worry about. | |
| Get in the van, don't deviate from the plan, | |
| If everything goes smooth then you'll walk away a rich man. | |
| So it begins, everybody walks in, | |
| Could this be the way or the day that the underdog wins? | |
| I think not, so I bet on the feds because the black hat men never win in the end. | |
| Ski mask! (check!) | |
| Sawed off! (check!) | |
| Guilty conscience, fear of death. (check, check, check!) | |
| Everything went numb when he stumbled upon | |
| What he thought was going to be another means to the end. | |
| Silence! Sirens! | |
| It all went down like his nightmare the night before, | |
| I don't want to hear, | |
| I don't want to be near, | |
| I do what I got to do just to keep my nose clean. | |
| The story doesn't end here, | |
| Don't fear for our hero ain't near the end, my friend. | |
| Let's take it back to how it all began: | |
| With a proposition, | |
| And proposition starts with a capital p. | |
| Or at least for me is what he said to himself | |
| But himself ain't a lot when he's got nothing left | |
| Of what was once a man, loved and loving, | |
| He took that trip that turns something to nothing. | |
| Right and wrong, | |
| There's not a lot a difference when you're singing that poor man's song, | |
| And that song it goes just a little like this. | |
| Ski mask! (check!) | |
| Sawed off! (check!) | |
| Guilty conscience, fear of death. (check, check, check!) | |
| Everything went numb when he stumbled upon | |
| What he thought was going to be another means to the end. | |
| Silence! Sirens! | |
| It all went down like his nightmare the night before, | |
| I don't want to hear, | |
| I don't want to be near, | |
| I do what I got to do just to keep my nose clean. |
| zuo qu : Kalnoky | |
| And the story goes like this: | |
| Everything went numb for the money and the guns and | |
| Everytime he' d think it out: there' s nothing to worry about. | |
| Get in the van, don' t deviate from the plan, | |
| If everything goes smooth then you' ll walk away a rich man. | |
| So it begins, everybody walks in, | |
| Could this be the way or the day that the underdog wins? | |
| I think not, so I bet on the feds because the black hat men never win in the end. | |
| Ski mask! check! | |
| Sawed off! check! | |
| Guilty conscience, fear of death. check, check, check! | |
| Everything went numb when he stumbled upon | |
| What he thought was going to be another means to the end. | |
| Silence! Sirens! | |
| It all went down like his nightmare the night before, | |
| I don' t want to hear, | |
| I don' t want to be near, | |
| I do what I got to do just to keep my nose clean. | |
| The story doesn' t end here, | |
| Don' t fear for our hero ain' t near the end, my friend. | |
| Let' s take it back to how it all began: | |
| With a proposition, | |
| And proposition starts with a capital p. | |
| Or at least for me is what he said to himself | |
| But himself ain' t a lot when he' s got nothing left | |
| Of what was once a man, loved and loving, | |
| He took that trip that turns something to nothing. | |
| Right and wrong, | |
| There' s not a lot a difference when you' re singing that poor man' s song, | |
| And that song it goes just a little like this. | |
| Ski mask! check! | |
| Sawed off! check! | |
| Guilty conscience, fear of death. check, check, check! | |
| Everything went numb when he stumbled upon | |
| What he thought was going to be another means to the end. | |
| Silence! Sirens! | |
| It all went down like his nightmare the night before, | |
| I don' t want to hear, | |
| I don' t want to be near, | |
| I do what I got to do just to keep my nose clean. |
| zuò qǔ : Kalnoky | |
| And the story goes like this: | |
| Everything went numb for the money and the guns and | |
| Everytime he' d think it out: there' s nothing to worry about. | |
| Get in the van, don' t deviate from the plan, | |
| If everything goes smooth then you' ll walk away a rich man. | |
| So it begins, everybody walks in, | |
| Could this be the way or the day that the underdog wins? | |
| I think not, so I bet on the feds because the black hat men never win in the end. | |
| Ski mask! check! | |
| Sawed off! check! | |
| Guilty conscience, fear of death. check, check, check! | |
| Everything went numb when he stumbled upon | |
| What he thought was going to be another means to the end. | |
| Silence! Sirens! | |
| It all went down like his nightmare the night before, | |
| I don' t want to hear, | |
| I don' t want to be near, | |
| I do what I got to do just to keep my nose clean. | |
| The story doesn' t end here, | |
| Don' t fear for our hero ain' t near the end, my friend. | |
| Let' s take it back to how it all began: | |
| With a proposition, | |
| And proposition starts with a capital p. | |
| Or at least for me is what he said to himself | |
| But himself ain' t a lot when he' s got nothing left | |
| Of what was once a man, loved and loving, | |
| He took that trip that turns something to nothing. | |
| Right and wrong, | |
| There' s not a lot a difference when you' re singing that poor man' s song, | |
| And that song it goes just a little like this. | |
| Ski mask! check! | |
| Sawed off! check! | |
| Guilty conscience, fear of death. check, check, check! | |
| Everything went numb when he stumbled upon | |
| What he thought was going to be another means to the end. | |
| Silence! Sirens! | |
| It all went down like his nightmare the night before, | |
| I don' t want to hear, | |
| I don' t want to be near, | |
| I do what I got to do just to keep my nose clean. |