よみ:れたー ぼむ
LETTER BOMB 歌詞
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Green Day
- 2009.5.27 リリース
- 作詞
- ARMSTRONG BILLIE JOE
- 作曲
- ARMSTRONG BILLIE JOE , PRITCHARD MIKE , WRIGHT FRANK E III
友情
感動
恋愛
元気
結果
- 文字サイズ
- ふりがな
- ダークモード
Dear J, AVG.18TH
Where have all the bastards gone? the
underbelly stacks up ten high. the
dummy failed the crash test, now
collecting unemployment checks like
a flunkie along for the ride.
Where have all the riots gone as the
city's motro gets pulverized?
"What's in love is now in debt" on your birth certificate
So strike the fucking match to light this
fuse! The town bishop is an extortionist
and he don't even know that you exist.
Standing still when it's do or die, you
better run for your fucking life. It's not over
till you're underground. It's not over before
it's too late. This city's burning "It's not my burden."
It's not over before it's too late. there is nothing left
to analyze. Where will all the martyrs go when
the virus cures itself? And where will we all go
when it's too late?
You're not the Jesus of Suburbia
The St. Jimmy is opinion of
Your father's a figment of your father's
rage and your mother's love. -W
MADE ME THE IDIOT AMERICA. IT'S NOT OVER 'TIL YOU'RE
UNDERGROUND. IT'S NOT OVER BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE. THIS
CITY'S BURNING. "IT'S NOT MY BURDEN." IT'S NOT OVER BEFORE
IT'S TOO LATE. SHE SAID "I CAN'T TAKE THIS PLACE, I'M
LEAVING IT BEHIND." SHE SAID "I CAN'T TAKE THIS TOWN,
I'M LEAVING YOU TONIGHT"
Where have all the bastards gone? the
underbelly stacks up ten high. the
dummy failed the crash test, now
collecting unemployment checks like
a flunkie along for the ride.
Where have all the riots gone as the
city's motro gets pulverized?
"What's in love is now in debt" on your birth certificate
So strike the fucking match to light this
fuse! The town bishop is an extortionist
and he don't even know that you exist.
Standing still when it's do or die, you
better run for your fucking life. It's not over
till you're underground. It's not over before
it's too late. This city's burning "It's not my burden."
It's not over before it's too late. there is nothing left
to analyze. Where will all the martyrs go when
the virus cures itself? And where will we all go
when it's too late?
You're not the Jesus of Suburbia
The St. Jimmy is opinion of
Your father's a figment of your father's
rage and your mother's love. -W
MADE ME THE IDIOT AMERICA. IT'S NOT OVER 'TIL YOU'RE
UNDERGROUND. IT'S NOT OVER BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE. THIS
CITY'S BURNING. "IT'S NOT MY BURDEN." IT'S NOT OVER BEFORE
IT'S TOO LATE. SHE SAID "I CAN'T TAKE THIS PLACE, I'M
LEAVING IT BEHIND." SHE SAID "I CAN'T TAKE THIS TOWN,
I'M LEAVING YOU TONIGHT"