| Song | Grave Ride |
| Artist | John Lydon |
| Album | Psycho's Path |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Lydon | |
| Taken for a ride. | |
| I know I said | |
| I'd rescue you, but their troops had taken hold. | |
| At last you're not alone in that city, | |
| Am I safer, here in the cold? | |
| These bombs and bullets at night, you wear like jewelry. | |
| That seems to be the difference, between you and me. | |
| Let's hope it's not a grave | |
| No war is worth it, without you. | |
| No point in living without you. | |
| I know you feel the way | |
| I do. It's not a real world without you. | |
| Let's hope it's not a grave | |
| I heard some friends got taken for a ride, a one way journey, everybody died. | |
| It's not unusual, many go that way. | |
| Their numbers mounting every single day, | |
| But what can | |
| I do but hope you're still alive. | |
| This is what happens when opposites collide, public, and private, arbitrary death, 'cause war is power, and power is business. | |
| We are but numbers, statistics on a sheet. | |
| This is what happens whenever humans meet. | |
| No need for fingers, we know who to blame. | |
| Intolerance will end and start this game. | |
| I write this letter while taken for a ride. | |
| Maybe I'll see you on the other side, | |
| Let's hope it's not a grave. | |
| Two fingers crossed, hope it's not a grave. | |
| But what can | |
| I do, but hope you're still alive. | |
| This is what happens when opposites collide. | |
| Public and private, arbitrary death, 'cause war is power, and power business. | |
| These bombs and bullets at night, you wear like jewelry. | |
| That seems to be the difference between you and me.. | |
| Hope it's not a grave...... |
| zuo qu : Lydon | |
| Taken for a ride. | |
| I know I said | |
| I' d rescue you, but their troops had taken hold. | |
| At last you' re not alone in that city, | |
| Am I safer, here in the cold? | |
| These bombs and bullets at night, you wear like jewelry. | |
| That seems to be the difference, between you and me. | |
| Let' s hope it' s not a grave | |
| No war is worth it, without you. | |
| No point in living without you. | |
| I know you feel the way | |
| I do. It' s not a real world without you. | |
| Let' s hope it' s not a grave | |
| I heard some friends got taken for a ride, a one way journey, everybody died. | |
| It' s not unusual, many go that way. | |
| Their numbers mounting every single day, | |
| But what can | |
| I do but hope you' re still alive. | |
| This is what happens when opposites collide, public, and private, arbitrary death, ' cause war is power, and power is business. | |
| We are but numbers, statistics on a sheet. | |
| This is what happens whenever humans meet. | |
| No need for fingers, we know who to blame. | |
| Intolerance will end and start this game. | |
| I write this letter while taken for a ride. | |
| Maybe I' ll see you on the other side, | |
| Let' s hope it' s not a grave. | |
| Two fingers crossed, hope it' s not a grave. | |
| But what can | |
| I do, but hope you' re still alive. | |
| This is what happens when opposites collide. | |
| Public and private, arbitrary death, ' cause war is power, and power business. | |
| These bombs and bullets at night, you wear like jewelry. | |
| That seems to be the difference between you and me.. | |
| Hope it' s not a grave...... |
| zuò qǔ : Lydon | |
| Taken for a ride. | |
| I know I said | |
| I' d rescue you, but their troops had taken hold. | |
| At last you' re not alone in that city, | |
| Am I safer, here in the cold? | |
| These bombs and bullets at night, you wear like jewelry. | |
| That seems to be the difference, between you and me. | |
| Let' s hope it' s not a grave | |
| No war is worth it, without you. | |
| No point in living without you. | |
| I know you feel the way | |
| I do. It' s not a real world without you. | |
| Let' s hope it' s not a grave | |
| I heard some friends got taken for a ride, a one way journey, everybody died. | |
| It' s not unusual, many go that way. | |
| Their numbers mounting every single day, | |
| But what can | |
| I do but hope you' re still alive. | |
| This is what happens when opposites collide, public, and private, arbitrary death, ' cause war is power, and power is business. | |
| We are but numbers, statistics on a sheet. | |
| This is what happens whenever humans meet. | |
| No need for fingers, we know who to blame. | |
| Intolerance will end and start this game. | |
| I write this letter while taken for a ride. | |
| Maybe I' ll see you on the other side, | |
| Let' s hope it' s not a grave. | |
| Two fingers crossed, hope it' s not a grave. | |
| But what can | |
| I do, but hope you' re still alive. | |
| This is what happens when opposites collide. | |
| Public and private, arbitrary death, ' cause war is power, and power business. | |
| These bombs and bullets at night, you wear like jewelry. | |
| That seems to be the difference between you and me.. | |
| Hope it' s not a grave...... |