标题:Sensory Overload
艺人:Bad Religion
节拍:
Moderate ♩ = 141
注释:This isn't art, it's suicideIn a social way!I don't have the need and I don't have the timeAnd I'll tell you why ..Because I think about it all the timeI think about what's true and what's liesI used to think things in my head were trueSensory feedback from things like youSensory feedback from things like youI don't know whyThis must beIt's misleadingmeI dont know whyI've got this social suicideFrom a Sensory OverloadIt's a hell of a timeGot a Sensory OverloadGot a tricky little mi-i-indMe little mi-i-indOh!When I think about the quivering fleshI think about the urban messIt makes my brain begin to reelI dont understand all the things I feelI just wanna hide from the things I hearI don't know whyThis must beThe guitar's misleadingmeI dont know whyI've got this social suicideFrom a Sensory OverloadIt's a hell of a timeGot a Sensory OverloadGot a tricky little mi-i-indMe little mi-i-indOh! ..
歌词:
Somewhere high in the desert near a curtain of a blue
The sane man skirts under the wind
But down here in the city of the lime lights
The fans of Santa Ana are witherin'
And you can't deny that living is easy
If you never look behind the scenery
It's showtime for drag lines
And bedlam is dreamin' of rain
When the hills of los angeles are burnin'
Palm trees are candles in the murder wind
So many lives on the breeze
Even the stars are ill at ease
And los angeles is burnin'
This is not a test
Of the emergency broadcast system
When Malibu fires and radio towers
Conspire to dance again
And I cannot believe the media Mecca
They're only trying to battle reality, catch it on prime time, story at nine
The whole world is goin' insane
When the hills of Los Angeles are burnin'
Palm trees are candles in the murder wind
So many lives are on the breeze
Even the stars are ill at ease
And los angeles is burnin'
A plague that reads
The end of days
Shotgun roundabouts are bending in the haze
More a question than a curse
How could hell be any worse?
The flames are startin'
The cameras runnin'
So take warnin'
When the hills of Los Angeles are burnin'
Palm trees are candles in the murder wind
So many lives are on the breeze
Even the stars are ill at ease
And los angeles is burnin'
