Death To The Martyrs-The Ark

歌手 : The Ark
语种 : 英语
时长 : 03:51

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Death To The Martyrs - The Ark
He came 'round for the afterparty
Got a reception more than hearty
Well no wonder here he was our city's most prominent martyr
Who stuck needles in his are while you and I still stuck to smarties
And who taught us all 'bout poetry and how to pick up birds
Who hung on to his pathos while other suckers saved and earned
And the underground would love him in return
He came 'round for the afterparty
Got a reception more than hearty
So he took a loop around and then he slouched into an armchair
And there was she in a flash like Guinevere to her King Arthur
So I closed my eyes and this is what I heard:
You sorry a** you sorry a**
Oh Death to the martyrs come on come on
You sorry a** you sorry a**
Oh Death to the martyrs come on
I remember it all clearly I remember it precise
How he fixed me with his stare and looked me right into the eyes
Saying: "Me I'm no machine no I defy the nine to five
Now forgive me I considered it both radical and wise
But for God's sake I was fourteen at the time
You sorry a** you sorry a**
Oh Death to the martyrs come on come on
You sorry a** you sorry a**
Oh Death to the martyrs come on
Now you who are so grand
Who claim you built the fundaments on which I stand
You are the man but you prefer the gentle fan I was before
But now it's time to be unkind to speak my mind
And if you ask why I'm so blunt it's 'cause I care for you you cunt
You're no longer wild at heart you're just a boring junkie fart
And if you really wanna die alright then die then you old tart
So I walked across the dancefloor until I was in his sight
And I opened up and this is what come out
You sorry a** you sorry a**
Oh Death to the martyrs come on come on
You sorry a** you sorry a**
Oh Death to the martys come on