歌词
We're not going backwards
We're not going backwards
We're just killing onward to die.
Put that knife away.
♪
My first thought, a dragon.
My first thought, a dragon
Two contending marches.
Put that knife away.
♪
She'll sting you to death like a swarm of hornets from the hive.
Endlessly I drift into this distraction.
Sign my name to shame
Press hard, there are three copies.
♪
You'll put me in the grave.
You'll put me in the grave.
♪
We're not going backwards
We're not going backwards
We're just killing onward to die.
Put that knife away.
Put that knife away.
Making progress like that of a dead man.
Constant last words.
The last word.
The last words.