Welcome To Hell
作词 : Geordie Greep
作曲 : Cameron Picton/Geordie Greep/Morgan Simpson
Listen!
The sweet peals of moonlight-induced lovemaking
On the streets tonight
Listen!
The soft purr of motorbikes
Avoided a strike up the night lights
So don't tell me of your troubles
Your emotional grief
Take in the sights, this is shore leave
Don't talk of true love
Unscrew your frown
Enjoy the entertainments of nighttime town
Experience the red rooms
The green tables, the souvenirs
Make memories, haunting or favored
The gallant mist of red blooded chivalry instilled in basic training
By standing in line today you secure a place among the saints
Go get them, son, now your life begins
To die for your country does not win a war
To kill for your country is what wins a war
Don't tell your name, don't ask for hers
In this land of oysters you are the worm
The painless planeness of military life
Resumes tomorrow night
If not for you it would've been cholera, Malaria
Or some eastern disease
Forget about it son, a slap is all you need
We did it all, we seen it all
Worse much worse, son
The massacres of ages
Too many to recall
Limb shredded birds, by the speed they flew off
A souped nothingness, that once was your best friend
Motherless children and temptress widows
The wild, the useless, the dead, the untameable
Shivering ****, don't stand in the street
You're lucky I don't shoot you on the spot
Our bullets were made for a man like you
The impotent idiots God forgot
Tonight you decide which corner takes residence
Which room lives forever in your mind
But now you're on your own, we don't need men like you
Tonight you decide which corner takes residence
Which room lives forever in your mind
But now you're on your own, we don't need men like you
Private Tristan Bongo hereby: discharged
Welcome To HellLRC歌词
[00:00.000] 作词 : Geordie Greep
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Cameron Picton/Geordie Greep/Morgan Simpson
[00:26.343]Listen!
[00:27.664]The sweet peals of moonlight-induced lovemaking
[00:31.127]On the streets tonight
[00:33.258]Listen!
[00:34.580]The soft purr of motorbikes
[00:37.735]Avoided a strike up the night lights
[00:40.878]So don't tell me of your troubles
[00:42.750]Your emotional grief
[00:45.089]Take in the sights, this is shore leave
[00:48.523]Don't talk of true love
[00:50.393]Unscrew your frown
[00:52.253]Enjoy the entertainments of nighttime town
[00:55.669]Experience the red rooms
[00:57.774]The green tables, the souvenirs
[00:59.644]Make memories, haunting or favored
[01:03.515]The gallant mist of red blooded chivalry instilled in basic training
[01:11.748]By standing in line today you secure a place among the saints
[01:17.857]Go get them, son, now your life begins
[01:21.315]To die for your country does not win a war
[01:25.580]To kill for your country is what wins a war
[01:33.835]Don't tell your name, don't ask for hers
[01:37.013]In this land of oysters you are the worm
[01:40.203]The painless planeness of military life
[01:43.921]Resumes tomorrow night
[01:55.589]If not for you it would've been cholera, Malaria
[01:59.245]Or some eastern disease
[02:02.896]Forget about it son, a slap is all you need
[02:13.702]We did it all, we seen it all
[02:15.035]Worse much worse, son
[02:16.890]The massacres of ages
[02:18.417]Too many to recall
[02:31.857]Limb shredded birds, by the speed they flew off
[02:35.050]A souped nothingness, that once was your best friend
[02:38.499]Motherless children and temptress widows
[02:41.893]The wild, the useless, the dead, the untameable
[03:06.560]Shivering ****, don't stand in the street
[03:08.428]You're lucky I don't shoot you on the spot
[03:10.765]Our bullets were made for a man like you
[03:13.617]The impotent idiots God forgot
[03:17.014]Tonight you decide which corner takes residence
[03:19.402]Which room lives forever in your mind
[03:21.526]But now you're on your own, we don't need men like you
[03:51.153]Tonight you decide which corner takes residence
[03:54.357]Which room lives forever in your mind
[03:58.326]But now you're on your own, we don't need men like you
[04:01.787]Private Tristan Bongo hereby: discharged
