Legend of the Kings - Risk
歌曲信息
歌曲名:Legend of the Kings
歌手:Risk
所属专辑:Dirty Surfaces
发行时间:1990-06-25
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Legend of the Kings - Risk文本歌词
Come across the water to the land of hope
Where's a man who dares to be the king
He don't ever give a d**n Who's afraid of Uncle Sam
All the world belongs to him
Hey you listen well
Don't walk on this way
Keep straight in line
You're under my control
Claimed to free a nation from a tyranny
Ordered to his knightsBring him alive
Tyrant on the run
He's got no chance at all
The reign and the tyrant
Stains on the history
And so The legend of the kings
I write it
And mean it
Don't need your majesty
Wield the sceptre like two hundred years ago
Pretender of a godlike mighty king
Patience running out and let the people shout Behead the emperor and it was done
His back to the wall
The queen beside him crying
Hangman get on
A dream was dying
Where's a man who dares to be the king
He don't ever give a d**n Who's afraid of Uncle Sam
All the world belongs to him
Hey you listen well
Don't walk on this way
Keep straight in line
You're under my control
Claimed to free a nation from a tyranny
Ordered to his knightsBring him alive
Tyrant on the run
He's got no chance at all
The reign and the tyrant
Stains on the history
And so The legend of the kings
I write it
And mean it
Don't need your majesty
Wield the sceptre like two hundred years ago
Pretender of a godlike mighty king
Patience running out and let the people shout Behead the emperor and it was done
His back to the wall
The queen beside him crying
Hangman get on
A dream was dying
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When the day is done I'm walking down the docks Side by side with old companions We sit down to watch the sunset Over dirty rocks We're sons of the ancient hunt
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Days of sorrow and unspoken pain No tomorrow I will die in chains Hollow sighs descend whispering down Ghostly eyes fixing the iron lung Soon I'll be gone On th
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Dear who's listening to I write these lines to send to you Ain't no fairytale From purgatory comes a mail Dear unbeliever I testify to you receiver No more hori
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The maze of self is a prison A senseless hunt for the past The vultures took the decision This treacherous kits of a needle Will be the last A look at a distort