Us Against The Music Lyrics
| Song | Us Against The Music |
| Artist | The Sainte Catherines |
| Album | Dancing For Decadence |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Mudie, Sainte Catherines | |
| If you wouldn't tell | |
| Stalin then don't tell anyone | |
| You're sick of fighting, | |
| I thought we'd already won | |
| When I wanted to move out of this shitty ugly town | |
| There was only music that kept my feet on the ground | |
| What are they fighting for? | |
| For freedom or for oil? | |
| I lost touch and | |
| I got bored | |
| Too much lying and too much blood | |
| If you wouldn't tell | |
| George Bush, don't tell anyone | |
| You're sick of fighting, | |
| I thought we'd already won | |
| I wanted to move out of this shitty ugly town | |
| There was only music that kept my feet on the ground | |
| I still miss the hand that feeds | |
| But it's all good, | |
| I feel the beat | |
| The ring of fire, the honesty | |
| I hear your voice and | |
| I still breathe | |
| If you wouldn't tell your husband then don't tell anyone | |
| You're sick of fucking, | |
| I thought he already knew | |
| You wanted to move out of this shitty ugly house | |
| There was only music that kept your feet on the ground | |
| He left you here crying | |
| Sold everything for pills | |
| But I realize | |
| I was not | |
| The center of everything we got | |
| There's no goal, there's no purpose | |
| But happiness for those who wait | |
| Just play me an old record | |
| What goes around will come back someday | |
| There's no goal, there's no purpose | |
| But happiness for those who wait | |
| Just play me an old record | |
| What goes around will come back today |
| zuo qu : Mudie, Sainte Catherines | |
| If you wouldn' t tell | |
| Stalin then don' t tell anyone | |
| You' re sick of fighting, | |
| I thought we' d already won | |
| When I wanted to move out of this shitty ugly town | |
| There was only music that kept my feet on the ground | |
| What are they fighting for? | |
| For freedom or for oil? | |
| I lost touch and | |
| I got bored | |
| Too much lying and too much blood | |
| If you wouldn' t tell | |
| George Bush, don' t tell anyone | |
| You' re sick of fighting, | |
| I thought we' d already won | |
| I wanted to move out of this shitty ugly town | |
| There was only music that kept my feet on the ground | |
| I still miss the hand that feeds | |
| But it' s all good, | |
| I feel the beat | |
| The ring of fire, the honesty | |
| I hear your voice and | |
| I still breathe | |
| If you wouldn' t tell your husband then don' t tell anyone | |
| You' re sick of fucking, | |
| I thought he already knew | |
| You wanted to move out of this shitty ugly house | |
| There was only music that kept your feet on the ground | |
| He left you here crying | |
| Sold everything for pills | |
| But I realize | |
| I was not | |
| The center of everything we got | |
| There' s no goal, there' s no purpose | |
| But happiness for those who wait | |
| Just play me an old record | |
| What goes around will come back someday | |
| There' s no goal, there' s no purpose | |
| But happiness for those who wait | |
| Just play me an old record | |
| What goes around will come back today |
| zuò qǔ : Mudie, Sainte Catherines | |
| If you wouldn' t tell | |
| Stalin then don' t tell anyone | |
| You' re sick of fighting, | |
| I thought we' d already won | |
| When I wanted to move out of this shitty ugly town | |
| There was only music that kept my feet on the ground | |
| What are they fighting for? | |
| For freedom or for oil? | |
| I lost touch and | |
| I got bored | |
| Too much lying and too much blood | |
| If you wouldn' t tell | |
| George Bush, don' t tell anyone | |
| You' re sick of fighting, | |
| I thought we' d already won | |
| I wanted to move out of this shitty ugly town | |
| There was only music that kept my feet on the ground | |
| I still miss the hand that feeds | |
| But it' s all good, | |
| I feel the beat | |
| The ring of fire, the honesty | |
| I hear your voice and | |
| I still breathe | |
| If you wouldn' t tell your husband then don' t tell anyone | |
| You' re sick of fucking, | |
| I thought he already knew | |
| You wanted to move out of this shitty ugly house | |
| There was only music that kept your feet on the ground | |
| He left you here crying | |
| Sold everything for pills | |
| But I realize | |
| I was not | |
| The center of everything we got | |
| There' s no goal, there' s no purpose | |
| But happiness for those who wait | |
| Just play me an old record | |
| What goes around will come back someday | |
| There' s no goal, there' s no purpose | |
| But happiness for those who wait | |
| Just play me an old record | |
| What goes around will come back today |
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