We were the orphans of suburban slums
Raised by retail clerks and food court bums
Our parents were away under fluorescent suns to give us what they never had
We were the children of the broken glass where the parking lots yield to yellow grass
We lodged our broomsticks in the pavement cracks and we flew our scarlet flags
And we wrapped rebellion's arms around our waists
And we held our hearts out for the world to taste
And injustice was meant for our hands to erase
And you know we had a lot of work to do
We are the siblings of an endless war, which our elders wage on distant shores
We whined and kicked and screamed upon the kitchen floor and we threatened to run away
We are the children of the hourglass; our ambitions fell like grains of sand
We waited for the echoes of our protest chants so we could hear our own decay
We sang through riot barricades
And our voices bled, they bled onto the tape
We can hear it when those records play
And we know it's the sound of our own decay
It's the sound of our decay
It's the sound of our decay
It's the sound of our decay
And we pulled rebellion's arms from round our waists
And we hid our hearts to shield them from disgrace
And injustice laughed aloud and rubbed it in our face
So you know we've got a lot of work to do
We've got a lot of work to do
We've got a lot of work to do
We've got a lot of work to do
🎵 LRC歌词版本
We were the orphans of suburban slums
Raised by retail clerks and food court bums
Our parents were away under fluorescent suns to give us what they never had
We were the children of the broken glass where the parking lots yield to yellow grass
We lodged our broomsticks in the pavement cracks and we flew our scarlet flags
And we wrapped rebellion's arms around our waists
And we held our hearts out for the world to taste
And injustice was meant for our hands to erase
And you know we had a lot of work to do
We are the siblings of an endless war, which our elders wage on distant shores
We whined and kicked and screamed upon the kitchen floor and we threatened to run away
We are the children of the hourglass; our ambitions fell like grains of sand
We waited for the echoes of our protest chants so we could hear our own decay
We sang through riot barricades
And our voices bled, they bled onto the tape
We can hear it when those records play
And we know it's the sound of our own decay
It's the sound of our decay
It's the sound of our decay
It's the sound of our decay
And we pulled rebellion's arms from round our waists
And we hid our hearts to shield them from disgrace
And injustice laughed aloud and rubbed it in our face
So you know we've got a lot of work to do
We've got a lot of work to do
We've got a lot of work to do
We've got a lot of work to do
📝 纯歌词版本
We were the orphans of suburban slums
Raised by retail clerks and food court bums
Our parents were away under fluorescent suns to give us what they never had
We were the children of the broken glass where the parking lots yield to yellow grass
We lodged our broomsticks in the pavement cracks and we flew our scarlet flags
And we wrapped rebellion's arms around our waists
And we held our hearts out for the world to taste
And injustice was meant for our hands to erase
And you know we had a lot of work to do
We are the siblings of an endless war, which our elders wage on distant shores
We whined and kicked and screamed upon the kitchen floor and we threatened to run away
We are the children of the hourglass; our ambitions fell like grains of sand
We waited for the echoes of our protest chants so we could hear our own decay
We sang through riot barricades
And our voices bled, they bled onto the tape
We can hear it when those records play
And we know it's the sound of our own decay
It's the sound of our decay
It's the sound of our decay
It's the sound of our decay
And we pulled rebellion's arms from round our waists
And we hid our hearts to shield them from disgrace
And injustice laughed aloud and rubbed it in our face
So you know we've got a lot of work to do
We've got a lot of work to do
We've got a lot of work to do
We've got a lot of work to do
🎵 LRC歌词版本
We were the orphans of suburban slums
Raised by retail clerks and food court bums
Our parents were away under fluorescent suns to give us what they never had
We were the children of the broken glass where the parking lots yield to yellow grass
We lodged our broomsticks in the pavement cracks and we flew our scarlet flags
And we wrapped rebellion's arms around our waists
And we held our hearts out for the world to taste
And injustice was meant for our hands to erase
And you know we had a lot of work to do
We are the siblings of an endless war, which our elders wage on distant shores
We whined and kicked and screamed upon the kitchen floor and we threatened to run away
We are the children of the hourglass; our ambitions fell like grains of sand
We waited for the echoes of our protest chants so we could hear our own decay
We sang through riot barricades
And our voices bled, they bled onto the tape
We can hear it when those records play
And we know it's the sound of our own decay
It's the sound of our decay
It's the sound of our decay
It's the sound of our decay
And we pulled rebellion's arms from round our waists
And we hid our hearts to shield them from disgrace
And injustice laughed aloud and rubbed it in our face
So you know we've got a lot of work to do
We've got a lot of work to do
We've got a lot of work to do
We've got a lot of work to do
Tonight I will dance until
my feet canot feel the floor
Tonight I donot care
because it is my life to control
Loose control and crank the beat up
Toni...
모두의 축제
서로 편가르지 않는 것이 숙제
소리 못 지르는 사람 오늘 술래
다같이 빙글 빙글 강강수월래
강강수월래 (수월래)
함성이 터져 메아리 퍼져
파도 타고 모두에게 퍼져
커져 아름다운 젊음이
갈라져 있던 땅덩어리
둥글게 둥글게
돌고도는 물레방아
인생 사나인데
가슴...
지금부터 내가 해주는 예기
들어주겠니, 믿어주겠니,
옛날 어느 나라에 함께 살았던
왕자와 왕의 이야기
언제부턴가 그 나라에는
몹쓸 병이 돌고 있었대
사랑과 용서보다
미움과 싸움이 커져만 가는..
그 왕은 고민했었나봐
그 병을 고칠 수 있는 이는
하나뿐인 왕자뿐이었는데....