《Fear and Loathing in Mahwah， NJ(Explicit)》歌词

[00:00:00] Fear and Loathing in Mahwah, NJ - Titus Andronicus

[00:00:02] Written by：Patrick Stickles

[00:00:07] Why do you do the things you've done

[00:00:12] And how dumb would you have to be

[00:00:16] To do them again like I know you're going to

[00:00:26] If you're the poet you say you are and beauty's in everything you see

[00:00:35] Then how can love exist in a world run by people like you

[00:00:45] Because when there's suffering you're there

[00:00:50] From southern trees you hang them in the air

[00:00:55] The world screams out in agony and you don't care

[00:01:04] But should the sh*t hit the fan

[00:01:07] I just pray you will not be spared

[00:01:12] F**k you

[00:01:26] You took a heart with so much room for love

[00:01:29] And filled it with hatred and rage

[00:01:32] Until there was nothing left but for it to shrivel up and die

[00:01:38] People will tell you that if you don't love your neighbor

[00:01:42] Then you don't love god

[00:01:44] But no god of mine would put light in such unrighteous eyes

[00:01:50] Now the way we hold each other so tight

[00:01:53] Would look more like a noose if held up to the light

[00:01:56] Because we betray each other in dreams every night

[00:02:02] Now let's never speak of it again all right

[00:02:11] All right

[00:04:56] Even now I curse the day and yet I think

[00:04:59] Few come within the compass of my curse

[00:05:02] Wherein I did not some notorious ill

[00:05:05] As kill a man or else devise his death

[00:05:08] Ravish a maid or plot the way to do it

[00:05:11] Accuse some innocent and forswear myself

[00:05:14] Set deadly enmity between two friends

[00:05:17] Make poor men's cattle break their necks

[00:05:20] Set fire on barns and hay stacks in the night

[00:05:23] And bid the owners quench them with their tears

[00:05:26] Oft have I digged up dead men from their graves

[00:05:29] And set them upright at their dear friends' doors

[00:05:32] Even when their sorrows almost were forgot

[00:05:35] And on their skins as on the bark of trees

[00:05:38] Have with my knife carved in roman letters

[00:05:41] Let not your sorrow die though I am dead

[00:05:45] Tut I have done a thousand dreadful things

[00:05:47] As willingly as one would kill a fly

[00:05:50] And nothing grieves me heartily indeed

[00:05:52] But that I cannot do ten thousand more