We Are The Dead (1999 Remastered Version)歌词

[00:16.40]Something kind of hit me today
[00:21.56]I looked at you and wondered if you saw things my way
[00:30.58]People will hold us to blame
[00:36.35]It hit me today, it hit me today
[00:44.36]We're taking it hard all the time
[00:49.22]Why don't we pass it by?
[00:52.61]Just reply, you've changed your mind
[00:57.91]We're fighting with the eyes of the blind
[01:03.28]Taking it hard, taking it hard
[01:09.40]Yet now
[01:15.58]We feel that we are paper, choking on you nightly
[01:21.76]They tell me "Son, we want you, be elusive, but don't walk far"
[01:28.45]Always breaking in the new boys, deceive your next of kin
[01:35.08]For you're dancing where the dogs decay, defecating ecstasy
[01:41.71]You're just an ally of the leecher
[01:45.11]Locator for the virgin King, but I love you in your ****-me pumps
[01:51.95]And your nimble dress that trails
[01:55.34]Oh, dress yourself, my urchin one, for I hear them on the rails
[02:01.72]Because of all we've seen, because of all we've said
[02:08.15]We are the dead
[02:15.55]One thing kind of touched me today
[02:20.88]I looked at you and counted all the times we had laid
[02:28.82]Pressing our love through the night
[02:34.19]Knowing it's right, knowing it's right
[02:42.80]Now I'm hoping someone will care
[02:47.77]Living on the breath of a hope to be shared
[02:56.28]Trusting on the sons of our love
[03:00.99]That someone will care, someone will care
[03:06.63]But now
[03:12.41]We're today's scrambled creatures, locked in tomorrow's double feature
[03:19.35]Heaven's on the pillow, its silence competes with hell
[03:25.68]It's a twenty-four hour service, guaranteed to make you tell
[03:32.14]And the streets are full of press men
[03:36.78]Bent on getting hung and buried
[03:39.91]And the legendary curtains are drawn 'round Baby Bankrupt
[03:46.56]Who sucks you while you're sleeping
[03:49.72]It's the theater of financiers
[03:52.90]Count them, fifteen 'round a table
[03:56.40]White and dressed to kill
[03:59.75]Oh caress yourself, my juicy
[04:02.94]For my hands have all but withered
[04:06.39]Oh dress yourself my urchin one, for I hear them on the stairs
[04:12.77]Because of all we've seen, because of all we've said
[04:21.02]We are the dead
[04:25.33]We are the dead
[04:31.84]We are the dead