Flight of the Bumblebee歌詞

P.O.S. - Low Light Low Life
LRC 編者 lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang
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Barrel full of powder ship full of tea/
Closer by the hour bringing sick to the seas/
Bellies full of barter thick with the thieve/
Once they hit the harbor its a wick on the breeze/
There goes another one right out from under em/
Different sea shore same thirty stores/
There goes another one right out from under em/
Worldwide mining town steal it up sell it down/
Not too long ago mom and pop owned the shop/
Prognosis progress the Dow owns the block/
Here to sell em salvation or elevation sort of signal disorder its celebration Florida/
They got the medicine to fix your mood
til you learn to mind your place and eat that Sysco food/
Crave the arrogance the rich folks ooze/
Take life waste life just to get those jewels. Thats right
Uh huh uh huh heads will roll/
low life/ low light/ recite that untold/
Keep with the goals/ rehearse for the 11th hour
It will be arrow after arrow after bullet after sunflower
Uh huh uh huh heads will roll/
low life/ low light/ recite that untold/
Keep with the goals/ rehearse for the 11th hour
It will be barrel after barrel after barrel of that gunpowder
It seems like weve fallen out of favor/ the era ended on us/
Now the moneys just paper/ the houses all haunted/
We had a hell of a run before it caught up/
For all the corners cut/ we got an avalanche of sawdust/
Life of the party/ were the death of the novel/
The glass is half empty/ so pass the next bottle/
Its the flight of the salesman/ death of the bumblebee/
Nothing left for the/ attorneys and the tumbleweeds/
They say that Gods on the right/ so goes the rhetoric/
But I think that cross is a kite/ that left a skeleton/
And I think that Russel was right/ but thats irrelet friend/
For all I know therell be nothing left to defend tomorrow/
Sugar in the gas tank/ nothing in the cash box/
Thought that we were sick/ lookin like its smallpox/
The bullets are still on the shelves/
But when the armory empties/ were melting down the bells/
Uh huh uh huh heads will roll/
low life/ low light/ recite that untold/
Keep with the goals/ rehearse for the 11th hour
It will be arrow after arrow after bullet after sunflower
Uh huh uh huh heads will roll/
low life/ low light/ recite that untold/
Keep with the goals/ rehearse for the 11th hour
It will be barrel after barrel after barrel of that gunpowder
Its the end of Law and Order/ Dick Wolf/ aware in America/
Rockin a cheap sheep suit/ pulled wool/ weave through/
But stay on course/ till pulled over by that pulled pork/
Cops/ keeping the piece/ cocked/
Catch and release like a sportsman/
See em in/ on the court then/ piss poor payin them a portion/
Ha/ funny how they distort/ extortion/ never better/ POS
Dance to the rhetoric/ lean to the left they call me terrorish/
Rock with it/ dance fever got em peepin out the prints on the floor/
True believers keep they eyes on the horizons/
Catch me sizing up the silent/ check the crooked grind/
Watch me 50/50 / deep the balance between the coping/
And the feeble mind/ I hope the broken folk rewind/
Nothing left for token jokers here/ skate off/ were doing fine/
Uh huh uh huh heads will roll/
low life/ low light/ recite that untold/
Keep with the goals/ rehearse for the 11th hour
It will be arrow after arrow after bullet after sunflower
Uh huh uh huh heads will roll/
low life/ low light/ recite that untold/
Keep with the goals/ rehearse for the 11th hour
It will be barrel after barrel after barrel of that gunpowder