歌词
Bite The Hand - ABC
作词:Martin Fry/Mark White/Stephen Barry Singleton
作曲:Martin Fry/Mark White/Stephen Barry Singleton
With a little faith we could raise the land
With a little hope we could move as planned
With a little faith we could raise the land
With a little hope we could move as planned
Farm the ghetto up
Feed the famine down with our nose to the grindstone
Ear to the ground
Find a steady job
Build a happy home
Farm a steady crop
Then depose the throne
We could irrigate thirst quenching lake
Make a fertile place
Thus the desert spake
Spill the feathers up
Slash the silk might as well stop boo
Hooing over all that spilt milk
Empty trap screaming eye
Seething lip stop wondering
Why butter mountains here
Better motivate it's getting late
Assassinate move again the grain commotion
Before a global war
Wed better bridge the ocean
Just like an open wound that
Forever bleeds like an open plain
In scattered seeds or the foolish man
Believing all he reads
He begs he pleads
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