| Song | Die While We're Young |
| Artist | A Wilhelm Scream |
| Album | Career Suicide |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Angelini, Levesque, Pereira ... | |
| It's been years since | |
| I sold my soul. | |
| What a life: no advice and no guidance. | |
| Worked through the weekend at my bullshit job with the pumps and the mops and the tire irons. | |
| Now us slaves break bread and go to work. | |
| And these pigs will tread on our backs. | |
| Every bastard to pass through the grinder can just laugh at the mania of his own nerves. | |
| I had to go to class but just drove on through the rain and fog up | |
| Route Six past the mall. | |
| Drank through paychecks, they don't last so long. | |
| But Monday we're on. | |
| Please, Monday, come. | |
| Now us slaves break bread and go to work. | |
| And these pigs will tread on our backs. | |
| Every bastard to pass through the grinder can just laugh at the mania of his own nerves. | |
| And embossed in the gold top half of his nickel-plated watch: "Let's die while we're young." "Let's die while we're young." "Let's die while we're young." | |
| While we're still young. | |
| While us slaves break bread and go to work, where sick pigs will shit down our backs. | |
| Every bastard to pass through the grinder our resolve is a reminder we are guts and bone. | |
| And attached to the three ring binder, reminders of our old pact: let's die while we're young. let's die while we're young. let's die while we're young. | |
| But now we're too old for that. |
| zuo qu : Angelini, Levesque, Pereira ... | |
| It' s been years since | |
| I sold my soul. | |
| What a life: no advice and no guidance. | |
| Worked through the weekend at my bullshit job with the pumps and the mops and the tire irons. | |
| Now us slaves break bread and go to work. | |
| And these pigs will tread on our backs. | |
| Every bastard to pass through the grinder can just laugh at the mania of his own nerves. | |
| I had to go to class but just drove on through the rain and fog up | |
| Route Six past the mall. | |
| Drank through paychecks, they don' t last so long. | |
| But Monday we' re on. | |
| Please, Monday, come. | |
| Now us slaves break bread and go to work. | |
| And these pigs will tread on our backs. | |
| Every bastard to pass through the grinder can just laugh at the mania of his own nerves. | |
| And embossed in the gold top half of his nickelplated watch: " Let' s die while we' re young." " Let' s die while we' re young." " Let' s die while we' re young." | |
| While we' re still young. | |
| While us slaves break bread and go to work, where sick pigs will shit down our backs. | |
| Every bastard to pass through the grinder our resolve is a reminder we are guts and bone. | |
| And attached to the three ring binder, reminders of our old pact: let' s die while we' re young. let' s die while we' re young. let' s die while we' re young. | |
| But now we' re too old for that. |
| zuò qǔ : Angelini, Levesque, Pereira ... | |
| It' s been years since | |
| I sold my soul. | |
| What a life: no advice and no guidance. | |
| Worked through the weekend at my bullshit job with the pumps and the mops and the tire irons. | |
| Now us slaves break bread and go to work. | |
| And these pigs will tread on our backs. | |
| Every bastard to pass through the grinder can just laugh at the mania of his own nerves. | |
| I had to go to class but just drove on through the rain and fog up | |
| Route Six past the mall. | |
| Drank through paychecks, they don' t last so long. | |
| But Monday we' re on. | |
| Please, Monday, come. | |
| Now us slaves break bread and go to work. | |
| And these pigs will tread on our backs. | |
| Every bastard to pass through the grinder can just laugh at the mania of his own nerves. | |
| And embossed in the gold top half of his nickelplated watch: " Let' s die while we' re young." " Let' s die while we' re young." " Let' s die while we' re young." | |
| While we' re still young. | |
| While us slaves break bread and go to work, where sick pigs will shit down our backs. | |
| Every bastard to pass through the grinder our resolve is a reminder we are guts and bone. | |
| And attached to the three ring binder, reminders of our old pact: let' s die while we' re young. let' s die while we' re young. let' s die while we' re young. | |
| But now we' re too old for that. |