《Who Needs The Young(Explicit)》歌词

[00:00:00] Who Needs The Young - Meat Loaf

[00:00:00] Written by：Jim Steinman

[00:01:24] Who needs the young

[00:01:27] The revelation of their faces and their hair

[00:01:32] When all we have are withered traces of the faces we once were

[00:01:39] And suffocation in the dirty fatal air

[00:01:44] Who needs the young bodies floating in the sun

[00:01:49] Who needs the young

[00:01:51] The celebration of the races that they've have won

[00:01:56] The sado masochistic things they've never done disgusting

[00:02:01] And all the places that we never will have gone

[00:02:06] Who needs the young bodies floating in the sun

[00:02:11] Who needs the young

[00:02:14] My eyes just aren't what they were

[00:02:16] My eyes just aren't what they were

[00:02:18] My eyes just aren't what they were

[00:02:20] Is there anyone left who can see

[00:02:21] Blind him

[00:02:22] My lips just aren't what they were

[00:02:24] My lips just aren't what they were

[00:02:26] My lips just aren't what they were

[00:02:27] Is there anyone left who can kiss

[00:02:29] Spit on him

[00:02:32] My mind just isn't what it was

[00:02:33] My mind just isn't what it was

[00:02:35] My mind just isn't what it was

[00:02:37] Is there anyone left who can dream

[00:02:38] Wake him

[00:02:41] My legs just aren't what they were

[00:02:43] My legs just aren't what they were

[00:02:44] My legs just aren't what they were

[00:02:46] Is there anyone left who can dance

[00:02:48] Cripple him

[00:02:50] My voice just isn't what it was

[00:02:52] My voice just isn't what it was

[00:02:53] My voice just isn't what it was

[00:02:55] Is there anyone left who can sing

[00:02:57] Silence him

[00:03:03] My sex just isn't what is was

[00:03:04] My sex just isn't what is was

[00:03:06] My sex just isn't what is was

[00:03:08] Is there anyone left who can f**k

[00:03:10] Screw them

[00:03:58] Who needs the young

[00:04:01] The perfect star of flesh that never has to cry

[00:04:08] Who needs the filthy morning passed from thigh to thigh

[00:04:14] Who needs the self appointed prophets waving banners in the bloodshot sky

[00:04:24] Who needs the young when we're spending

[00:04:27] All the rest of our wonderful lives learning to die