Lust for Power Lyrics
| Song | Lust for Power |
| Artist | New Model Army |
| Album | ...& Nobody Else |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Sullivan | |
| Across the flatlands we came out of nowhere special | |
| Like a peasant revolution - makeshift weapons in our hands | |
| We crashed the gates so hard we'd never heard that kind of sound before | |
| And braced ourselves for victory and the spoils of the land | |
| Defences melt away before our frozen blank surprise | |
| From the palace now we stare into a million waiting eyes | |
| Ch: I've got my trophies on the wall, the heads I've hunted down the hall | |
| And I guard my winnings well, carry them with me when I fall | |
| Now the daylight hours pass like the people I have lost | |
| In the triumph of the hour, in the bloody cause - lust for power | |
| Like a vision she dances through the shafts of light | |
| Everything I've ever dreamed about focused true and bright | |
| And fortune opens up the ground, blackens out the sky | |
| I kissed her once, I kissed her twice but I couldn't remember why | |
| When I was young they taught me well to always play to win | |
| But they never said what happens when you've won the bloody game | |
| Ch: I've got my trophies on the wall. . . | |
| And all desire is satisfied but still the hunt goes on | |
| It's funny how this feeling stays with all the reasons gone | |
| We've seen them fat and bloated those who once could hold a flame | |
| I've run for home and words gone by but nothing seems the same | |
| I can watch the world in secrecy from one side of this glass | |
| From the other my reflection and I don't know which is worse | |
| The streets are lined with glittering stores and a million fatted calves | |
| I can catch myself sometimes these days and all I do is laugh, laugh | |
| Ch: I've got my trophies on the wall . . . |
| zuo ci : Sullivan | |
| Across the flatlands we came out of nowhere special | |
| Like a peasant revolution makeshift weapons in our hands | |
| We crashed the gates so hard we' d never heard that kind of sound before | |
| And braced ourselves for victory and the spoils of the land | |
| Defences melt away before our frozen blank surprise | |
| From the palace now we stare into a million waiting eyes | |
| Ch: I' ve got my trophies on the wall, the heads I' ve hunted down the hall | |
| And I guard my winnings well, carry them with me when I fall | |
| Now the daylight hours pass like the people I have lost | |
| In the triumph of the hour, in the bloody cause lust for power | |
| Like a vision she dances through the shafts of light | |
| Everything I' ve ever dreamed about focused true and bright | |
| And fortune opens up the ground, blackens out the sky | |
| I kissed her once, I kissed her twice but I couldn' t remember why | |
| When I was young they taught me well to always play to win | |
| But they never said what happens when you' ve won the bloody game | |
| Ch: I' ve got my trophies on the wall. . . | |
| And all desire is satisfied but still the hunt goes on | |
| It' s funny how this feeling stays with all the reasons gone | |
| We' ve seen them fat and bloated those who once could hold a flame | |
| I' ve run for home and words gone by but nothing seems the same | |
| I can watch the world in secrecy from one side of this glass | |
| From the other my reflection and I don' t know which is worse | |
| The streets are lined with glittering stores and a million fatted calves | |
| I can catch myself sometimes these days and all I do is laugh, laugh | |
| Ch: I' ve got my trophies on the wall . . . |
| zuò cí : Sullivan | |
| Across the flatlands we came out of nowhere special | |
| Like a peasant revolution makeshift weapons in our hands | |
| We crashed the gates so hard we' d never heard that kind of sound before | |
| And braced ourselves for victory and the spoils of the land | |
| Defences melt away before our frozen blank surprise | |
| From the palace now we stare into a million waiting eyes | |
| Ch: I' ve got my trophies on the wall, the heads I' ve hunted down the hall | |
| And I guard my winnings well, carry them with me when I fall | |
| Now the daylight hours pass like the people I have lost | |
| In the triumph of the hour, in the bloody cause lust for power | |
| Like a vision she dances through the shafts of light | |
| Everything I' ve ever dreamed about focused true and bright | |
| And fortune opens up the ground, blackens out the sky | |
| I kissed her once, I kissed her twice but I couldn' t remember why | |
| When I was young they taught me well to always play to win | |
| But they never said what happens when you' ve won the bloody game | |
| Ch: I' ve got my trophies on the wall. . . | |
| And all desire is satisfied but still the hunt goes on | |
| It' s funny how this feeling stays with all the reasons gone | |
| We' ve seen them fat and bloated those who once could hold a flame | |
| I' ve run for home and words gone by but nothing seems the same | |
| I can watch the world in secrecy from one side of this glass | |
| From the other my reflection and I don' t know which is worse | |
| The streets are lined with glittering stores and a million fatted calves | |
| I can catch myself sometimes these days and all I do is laugh, laugh | |
| Ch: I' ve got my trophies on the wall . . . |
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