Generation Game - The Lounge Society.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作曲 : The Lounge Society
[00:31.045]There’s a generation staring, down the barrel of a gun
[00:45.406]But you won’t ever find them, on the cover of The Sun
[00:59.225]The reporter he is keeping, his minds eye shut
[01:05.602]Because that money hungry feeling is stirring in his gut
[01:12.249]But it’s OK because it’s not on the news or on the front of the Daily Mail
[01:19.088]We don’t hear about it in our happy happy house
[01:25.729]Who cares anyway as long as we are OK
[01:32.044]It’s a little bit tense isn’t it?
[01:38.155]We are in English razor wires and watch towers
[01:44.540]Under the camera of the government and spies in our phones
[01:48.511]It is slightly reminiscent of the 30s isn’t it?
[01:52.231]What will the US do?
[03:32.228]It’s a red brick horizon, with the red flag flying
[03:41.980]Death is a blessing that we haven’t earned
[03:50.552]Syckle severed families must praise the hammers majesty
[04:00.331]Our God is a poison that must be unlearned
[04:09.832]They’ll take your lungs and sell them to rich folk
[04:16.749]They’ll breathe your air and live your dreams
[04:25.194]Keep on turning that wheel at all costs
[04:33.640]You’re just a cog in their golden machine
[04:40.711]What will the US do?
[04:54.469]To save our souls, to save our dignity too
[04:57.932]What will the US do?

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作曲 : The Lounge Society
There’s a generation staring, down the barrel of a gun
But you won’t ever find them, on the cover of The Sun
The reporter he is keeping, his minds eye shut
Because that money hungry feeling is stirring in his gut
But it’s OK because it’s not on the news or on the front of the Daily Mail
We don’t hear about it in our happy happy house
Who cares anyway as long as we are OK
It’s a little bit tense isn’t it?
We are in English razor wires and watch towers
Under the camera of the government and spies in our phones
It is slightly reminiscent of the 30s isn’t it?
What will the US do?
It’s a red brick horizon, with the red flag flying
Death is a blessing that we haven’t earned
Syckle severed families must praise the hammers majesty
Our God is a poison that must be unlearned
They’ll take your lungs and sell them to rich folk
They’ll breathe your air and live your dreams
Keep on turning that wheel at all costs
You’re just a cog in their golden machine
What will the US do?
To save our souls, to save our dignity too
What will the US do?