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Titus Andronicus
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The Battle Of Hampton Roads
I am loathe to close* We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, It must not break the bonds of our affection. The mystic chords of memory, Stretching from battlefield and patriot grave to every living heart and hearthstone all over this broad land, Will yet swell the chorus of the Union, when again touched, As surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.
(Abraham Lincoln, first inaugural address, March 1861)
Tonight, two great ships will pull back to their ports Depleted of everything that shoots flames and reports And in the morning the shells will wash up on the shore And the mighty of Earth will have no other recourse But to shiver and shake and make shit in their shorts Because we have been told that if you've been assured There's a way to live the values your forefathers gave you Prepare to be told 'That shit's gay, dude' I guess that what they say is true There is no race more human, no one throws it away like they do
The things I used to love, I have come to reject The things I used to hate, I have learned to accept And the worst of the three, you now have to expect Satan ain't hard to see without craning your neck He'll be seventy-some inches tall He'll be chugging a beer, he'll be grabbing his balls He's a remote explosive waiting for someone to call He's just eighteen for now but he's going to murder us all
Solidarity is going to give a lot less than it'll take Is there a girl at this college who hasn't been raped? Is there a boy in this town that's not exploding with hate? 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Is there a human alive that can look themselves in the face Without winking, or say what they mean without drinking Or believe in something without thinking, 'What if somebody doesn't approve?' Is there a soul on this Earth that isn't too frightened to move?
I think the wrong people got a hold of your brain when it was nothing but a piece of putty So now try as you may, but you will always be a tourist, little buddy And half the time I open my mouth to speak It's to repeat something that I heard on TV I've destroyed everything that wouldn't make me more like Bruce Springsteen So I'm going back to New Jersey, I do believe they've had enough of me
So when I leave Boston, my tail is between my legs After deep cups of patience have been drunk to the dregs And now I'm headed west on 84 again And I'm as much of an asshole as I've ever been And there is still nothing about myself I respect Still haven't done anything I did not later regret I've a hand and a napkin when looking for sex And that's no one to talk to when feeling depressed And so now when I drink, I'm going to drink to excess And when I smoke, I will smoke gaping holes in my chest And when I scream, I will scream until I'm gasping for breath And when I get sick, I will stay sick for the rest Of my days peddling hate out the back of a Chevy Express Each one a fart in the face of your idea of success And if this be thy will, then fucking pass me the cup And I'm sorry, Dad, no, I'm not making this up But my enemy, it's your name on my lips as I go to sleep And I know what little I've known of peace Yes, I've done to you what you've done to me And I'd be nothing without you, my darling, please don't ever leave
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