Young Republicans-Lower Dens

[00:00.000] 作词 : Nick Younes/Jana Hunter [00:01.000] 作曲 : Nick Younes/Jana Hunter [00:16.63]In every generation [00:24.33]There are those who just don't fit in [00:32.64]We never asked to be this way [00:36.73]Born without souls or blood or skin [00:44.60]We’re young republicans [00:48.98]The doors are locked, the curtains drawn [00:52.99]Our silken gloves and bonnets on [00:58.17]You cannot pass [01:01.70]You've no appetite [01:05.09]To taste the burning flesh of men [01:08.96]A supreme joy no doubt at all [01:13.27]We lift our heads, we lift our heads [01:17.08]And see the world is burning [01:20.81]In every neat and tidy town [01:28.49]We can't help feel we’ve been let down [01:36.77]We never asked to be this way [01:41.16]No spines, no tongues, no fingerprints [01:48.72]We're young republicans [01:53.29]The doors are locked and the blinds are drawn [01:57.38]Our lamb-skin gloves and bonnets on [02:03.17]You can't pass [02:06.47]This is just for us [02:09.75]To taste the burning flesh of men [02:13.65]The greatest joy there's ever been [02:17.64]We lift our heads, we lift our heads [02:21.62]And see the world is burning [02:41.66]The doors are locked, the curtains drawn [02:45.77]Our silken gloves and bonnets on [02:51.84]You cannot pass [02:54.75]This is all for us [02:58.13]The doors are locked, the lines are drawn [03:01.89]Our calfskin gloves and bonnets on [03:07.59]You can't pass [03:10.69]You've no appetite [03:13.99]To taste the burning flesh of men [03:18.15]The greatest joy there's ever been [03:22.17]We lift our heads, we lift our heads [03:25.98]And see the world is burning [03:30.65]