Sweet Suburban Sky Lyrics

	作曲 : Casey
	Sweet suburban sky, gonna miss you if you burn
	Curse you, when it's our turn, so come now wash your face
	In water's full of grace, 'cause only time will tell,
	When you'll be willing to sell, your body for one precious taste, then all is left to waste
	Sweet suburban sky........
	Doctor feels the pain, that caused the sickening rain,
	But you continue to compromise, there won't be no alibis,
	When there's no water to wash the burning sun from your eyes,
	Sweet suburban sky......
	So when you finally taste, all of the waste,
	Sign of the time, you won't even call it a crime
	The water's coming round again, maybe you'll be gone by then
	But they won't thank our generation
	For the ignorant inclination, cause when there's nowhere
	left to hide, maybe then they'll call it genocide..

	zuo qu : Casey
	Sweet suburban sky, gonna miss you if you burn
	Curse you, when it' s our turn, so come now wash your face
	In water' s full of grace, ' cause only time will tell,
	When you' ll be willing to sell, your body for one precious taste, then all is left to waste
	Sweet suburban sky........
	Doctor feels the pain, that caused the sickening rain,
	But you continue to compromise, there won' t be no alibis,
	When there' s no water to wash the burning sun from your eyes,
	Sweet suburban sky......
	So when you finally taste, all of the waste,
	Sign of the time, you won' t even call it a crime
	The water' s coming round again, maybe you' ll be gone by then
	But they won' t thank our generation
	For the ignorant inclination, cause when there' s nowhere
	left to hide, maybe then they' ll call it genocide..

	zuò qǔ : Casey
	Sweet suburban sky, gonna miss you if you burn
	Curse you, when it' s our turn, so come now wash your face
	In water' s full of grace, ' cause only time will tell,
	When you' ll be willing to sell, your body for one precious taste, then all is left to waste
	Sweet suburban sky........
	Doctor feels the pain, that caused the sickening rain,
	But you continue to compromise, there won' t be no alibis,
	When there' s no water to wash the burning sun from your eyes,
	Sweet suburban sky......
	So when you finally taste, all of the waste,
	Sign of the time, you won' t even call it a crime
	The water' s coming round again, maybe you' ll be gone by then
	But they won' t thank our generation
	For the ignorant inclination, cause when there' s nowhere
	left to hide, maybe then they' ll call it genocide..

YouTube Results (More on YouTube)