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作曲 : Clifford Johnson
作词 : Clifford Johnson
A little cold water falled down on my head
the smoke from cigarettes is cleaning up the air
little babies cry in the back of the heard
and the rain clouds are coming you can go ask a bird
tear it down
from the bottom to the top
start and you won't ever wanna stop
Car lights blind me as the evening bites back
soon the night will help to get us back on track
tomorrow will come just as sure as the rain
and we'll be left incarcerated to play the game
tear it down
from the left to the right
the bark alone will bite your piece of mind
I hear the noise on these city streets built from blood
almost hold it in my hand
the paradox it lies in the way you see
the emancipation of your dreams
Garbage on the street pulsing through my veins
it's blurring up my vision and it's left a stain
let it sink down into the bottomless pit
I take all the blame I just don't give a shit
tear it down
make a little noise
a full grown man reacting,
like a boy
tear it down
tear it down
tear it down, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah