| Song | A Pillar Of Salt |
| Artist | The Thermals |
| Album | The Body, The Blood, The Machine |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Foster, Harris | |
| We were born to sin, we were born to sin | |
| We don't think we're special, sir, we know everybody is | |
| We've built too many walls, yeah, we've built too many walls | |
| And now we gotta run, a giant fist is out to crush us | |
| We run in the dark, we run in the dark | |
| We don't carry dead weight long, we send them along to heaven | |
| I carry my baby, I carry my baby | |
| Her eyes can barely see, her mouth can barely breathe | |
| I can see she's afraid | |
| She could see the danger | |
| We don't want to die or apologize | |
| For our dirty God, our dirty bodies | |
| Now I stick to the ground, I stick to the ground | |
| I won't look twice for the dead walls, I don't want a white pillar of salt | |
| I carry my baby, I carry my baby | |
| Her eyes can barely see, her mouth can barely breathe | |
| I can see she's afraid | |
| That's why we're escaping | |
| So we won't have to die, we won't have to deny | |
| Our dirty God, our dirty bodies |
| zuo ci : Foster, Harris | |
| We were born to sin, we were born to sin | |
| We don' t think we' re special, sir, we know everybody is | |
| We' ve built too many walls, yeah, we' ve built too many walls | |
| And now we gotta run, a giant fist is out to crush us | |
| We run in the dark, we run in the dark | |
| We don' t carry dead weight long, we send them along to heaven | |
| I carry my baby, I carry my baby | |
| Her eyes can barely see, her mouth can barely breathe | |
| I can see she' s afraid | |
| She could see the danger | |
| We don' t want to die or apologize | |
| For our dirty God, our dirty bodies | |
| Now I stick to the ground, I stick to the ground | |
| I won' t look twice for the dead walls, I don' t want a white pillar of salt | |
| I carry my baby, I carry my baby | |
| Her eyes can barely see, her mouth can barely breathe | |
| I can see she' s afraid | |
| That' s why we' re escaping | |
| So we won' t have to die, we won' t have to deny | |
| Our dirty God, our dirty bodies |
| zuò cí : Foster, Harris | |
| We were born to sin, we were born to sin | |
| We don' t think we' re special, sir, we know everybody is | |
| We' ve built too many walls, yeah, we' ve built too many walls | |
| And now we gotta run, a giant fist is out to crush us | |
| We run in the dark, we run in the dark | |
| We don' t carry dead weight long, we send them along to heaven | |
| I carry my baby, I carry my baby | |
| Her eyes can barely see, her mouth can barely breathe | |
| I can see she' s afraid | |
| She could see the danger | |
| We don' t want to die or apologize | |
| For our dirty God, our dirty bodies | |
| Now I stick to the ground, I stick to the ground | |
| I won' t look twice for the dead walls, I don' t want a white pillar of salt | |
| I carry my baby, I carry my baby | |
| Her eyes can barely see, her mouth can barely breathe | |
| I can see she' s afraid | |
| That' s why we' re escaping | |
| So we won' t have to die, we won' t have to deny | |
| Our dirty God, our dirty bodies |