| 作曲 : Jeffares | |
| The cities brown with the corporate decay. | |
| There's no water for my lips much less for may face. | |
| They say 'quiet or we'll take it away', but it was never ours anyway. | |
| We are small men, tend to your gardens, | |
| Light up your houses, for new years and Christmas. | |
| The sun is rising on our red stained shirts, | |
| None of them are coming down, | |
| None of us are coming up, we've got to | |
| Kill the power, | |
| Kill the power... with their own hands. | |
| Something wrong has come over this crowd, | |
| Through all the furrowed brows I can't smell the flowers. | |
| Step out of the ranks and you'll see | |
| There is only a uniform between you and me brother. | |
| I had a dream that the house was on fire | |
| And you were the only one in it. | |
| I had a dream that the house was on fire | |
| And I was the one who started it. | |
| All hail the Goddess. |
| zuo qu : Jeffares | |
| The cities brown with the corporate decay. | |
| There' s no water for my lips much less for may face. | |
| They say ' quiet or we' ll take it away', but it was never ours anyway. | |
| We are small men, tend to your gardens, | |
| Light up your houses, for new years and Christmas. | |
| The sun is rising on our red stained shirts, | |
| None of them are coming down, | |
| None of us are coming up, we' ve got to | |
| Kill the power, | |
| Kill the power... with their own hands. | |
| Something wrong has come over this crowd, | |
| Through all the furrowed brows I can' t smell the flowers. | |
| Step out of the ranks and you' ll see | |
| There is only a uniform between you and me brother. | |
| I had a dream that the house was on fire | |
| And you were the only one in it. | |
| I had a dream that the house was on fire | |
| And I was the one who started it. | |
| All hail the Goddess. |
| zuò qǔ : Jeffares | |
| The cities brown with the corporate decay. | |
| There' s no water for my lips much less for may face. | |
| They say ' quiet or we' ll take it away', but it was never ours anyway. | |
| We are small men, tend to your gardens, | |
| Light up your houses, for new years and Christmas. | |
| The sun is rising on our red stained shirts, | |
| None of them are coming down, | |
| None of us are coming up, we' ve got to | |
| Kill the power, | |
| Kill the power... with their own hands. | |
| Something wrong has come over this crowd, | |
| Through all the furrowed brows I can' t smell the flowers. | |
| Step out of the ranks and you' ll see | |
| There is only a uniform between you and me brother. | |
| I had a dream that the house was on fire | |
| And you were the only one in it. | |
| I had a dream that the house was on fire | |
| And I was the one who started it. | |
| All hail the Goddess. |