作词 : David Randall Blythe/Wilpam M. Adler/John Steven Campbell/Mark Duane Morton
作曲 : David Randall Blythe/Wilpam M. Adler/John Steven Campbell/Mark Duane Morton
Driving down bpstered severe
The rapacious maw of our despair
Black dog follows, strip club echoes
The raven’s shadow across the ghetto
Up the hill in an unmarked grave
The mother of American darkness lays
Liberty or death to start the battle
There’s nonesuch place for human chattel.
Hanging by a threat
Now you can choke on it
Hanging by a threat
So go and choke on it
This is a reckoning
You hear the ravens scream
Hanging by a threat
So go and choke on it.
Across the devil’s own half acre,
There’s rusted gallows for an angel
The ghosts that built this city scream
Of commerce and inhumanity
Cancer rides the freeway’s edge
Falpng statues and cigarettes
Bullets whip the screaming kettle
As teargas cloaks the monumental.
Hanging by a threat
Now you can choke on it
Hanging by a threat
So go and choke on it
This is a reckoning
You hear the ravens scream
Hanging by a threat
So go and choke on it.
Chained beneath a parking lot
Savaged on the auction block
In antebellum geography
Rage, horror, history.
Nevermore.
作词 : David Randall Blythe/Wilpam M. Adler/John Steven Campbell/Mark Duane Morton
作曲 : David Randall Blythe/Wilpam M. Adler/John Steven Campbell/Mark Duane Morton
Driving down bpstered severe
The rapacious maw of our despair
Black dog follows, strip club echoes
The raven’s shadow across the ghetto
Up the hill in an unmarked grave
The mother of American darkness lays
Liberty or death to start the battle
There’s nonesuch place for human chattel.
Hanging by a threat
Now you can choke on it
Hanging by a threat
So go and choke on it
This is a reckoning
You hear the ravens scream
Hanging by a threat
So go and choke on it.
Across the devil’s own half acre,
There’s rusted gallows for an angel
The ghosts that built this city scream
Of commerce and inhumanity
Cancer rides the freeway’s edge
Falpng statues and cigarettes
Bullets whip the screaming kettle
As teargas cloaks the monumental.
Hanging by a threat
Now you can choke on it
Hanging by a threat
So go and choke on it
This is a reckoning
You hear the ravens scream
Hanging by a threat
So go and choke on it.
Chained beneath a parking lot
Savaged on the auction block
In antebellum geography
Rage, horror, history.
Nevermore.
