Throwing Bricks At Trains - Future of the Left.mp3

Throwing Bricks At Trains - Future of the Left.mp3
Throwing Bricks At Trains-Future of the Left (无损音质) 专享
[00:05.19]Slight [00:05.3...
[00:05.19]Slight
[00:05.31]Bowel movements
[00:07.20]Preceded
[00:09.15]The bloodless coup
[00:13.11]Though no-one
[00:15.15]Must know it
[00:17.40]I am at fault
[00:19.08]I introduced
[00:20.73]Reginald J. Trotsfield
[00:22.92]To his lieutenant
[00:24.90]The fearsome Brown
[00:26.13]On Friday nights they gather on the bridges
[00:30.66]With no intention of coming down
[00:34.80]Above the tracks (Above the tracks)
[00:36.09]Above the tracks (Above the tracks)
[00:38.73]There is no mercy
[00:40.89]There is no fear
[00:42.90]Above the tracks (Above the tracks)
[00:43.95]Above the tracks (Above the tracks)
[00:46.74]There is no mercy
[00:48.51]There is no fear
[00:50.79]There is no fear
[01:00.24]Still
[01:00.36]The train will
[01:02.31]Invariably
[01:04.17]Come to a halt
[01:08.16]The Wild West
[01:09.27]Would eat it
[01:12.03]We let it rot
[01:14.16]I introduced
[01:15.24]Reginald J. Trotsfield
[01:17.19]To his lieutenant
[01:19.98]The fearsome Brown
[01:21.18]On Friday nights they gather on the bridges
[01:25.86]With no intention of coming down
[01:27.18]Above the tracks (Above the tracks)
[01:31.17]Above the tracks (Above the tracks)
[01:33.87]There is no mercy
[01:35.76]There is no fear
[01:39.75]Above the tracks (Above the tracks)
[01:40.68]Above the tracks (Above the tracks)
[01:41.67]There is no mercy
[01:43.59]There is no fear
[01:46.29]Reginald, I, I cannot love you
[01:49.11]I cannot love a man who cannot learn to love himself
[01:53.01]The bricks, they are just sad reminders of former glories
[01:57.09]Though they are barely more than stories
[02:00.03]They wandered through our homes at night
[02:02.34]Reginald, I, I cannot love you
[02:05.07]I cannot love a man who cannot learn to love himself
[02:08.94]The bricks, they are just sad reminders of former glories
[02:12.90]Though they are barely more than stories
[02:15.81]They wandered through our homes at night
[02:18.06]Reginald, I, I cannot love you
[02:22.53]I cannot love a man who cannot learn to love himself
[02:23.97]The bricks, they are just sad reminders of former glories
[02:28.68]Though they are barely more than stories
[02:32.43]They wandered through our homes in the dead of night
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