Mark Hoppus 歌詞手稿
save your money for a hired gun
put the blade in the elevator
hold tight the worst is yet to come
so let’s trade (gunther’s ass) while we’re living in the ?
and nobody can hear me now
pick the lock on the cage — the children of age
when the ? stop to take a bow
nothing takes root in this barren soil
baby give me the microphone
the atmosphere the atmosphere
it lifts me up and it nails me down
the life you fear will disappear
watching from the shadow of a helicopter
發佈期間正在製作Blink-182的新專輯
所以我猜測這應該會是其中一首新曲的歌詞吧 :D
2011/10/5備註：
這首就是在新專輯「Neighbourhoods」裡第11首曲目的"MH 4.18.2011"
完整歌詞如下
Break down in L.A.
Giving up, giving in to a feeling of violence
There’s hell to pay
So let’s light another match, stop living in the past
Where nobody can hear me now
Blow the lock off the cage, watch the children come of age
When their parents stop to take a bow
Nothing takes root in this barren soil
Nothing takes root in this barren soil
Maybe there’s no one there at all
Hold on, the worst is yet to come
Save your money for hired guns
Hold strong when everything you loved is gone
Slow down and stop living in the shadow of a helicopter
Line ‘em up on the wall, coming out with their hands up
Give ‘em all the chair
Let it burn, let it fall, let the end of the world come
Who’s left to care?
Nothing takes root in this barren soil
Nothing takes root, though they bend and toil
Maybe there’s no one there at all
Hold on, the worst is yet to come
Save your money for hired guns
Hold strong when everything you loved is gone
Slow down and stop living in the shadow of a helicopter
Hold on, the worst is yet to come
Save your money for hired guns
Hold strong when everything you loved is gone
Slow down and stop living in the shadow of a helicopter
Stop living in the shadow of a helicopter
