LRC歌词
[05:27.00]di-no-saur-us
[05:27.00]dead kites in farmer's fields
[05:27.00]the jailed dreamers are growing gills
[05:27.00]so eat it up you maniacs
[05:27.00]eat the whole thing
[05:27.00]you maniacs
[05:27.00]fat-so-saur-us
[05:27.00]fat-so-saur-us
[05:27.00]the possibilities of open skies
[05:27.00]and the worms rule as silent kings
[05:27.00]so eat it up
[05:27.00]you fatsos
[05:27.00]gobble the whole thing
[05:27.00]you fatsos
[05:27.00]baby be absolutely quiet
[05:27.00]as we untie the boat
[05:27.00]and push ourselves from shore
[05:27.00]we'll remember you
[05:27.00]you poor souls
[05:27.00]you poor slaves
[05:27.00]they're building the city
[05:27.00]on your broken backs
[05:27.00]and what of your own fires?
[05:27.00]what of your own fires?
[05:27.00]we're leaving you now
[05:27.00]we're leaving you now
[05:27.00]when your cinders are so cold
[05:27.00]cold!
[05:27.00]baby be absolutely quiet
[05:27.00]as we untie the boat
[05:27.00]and push ourselves from shore
[05:27.00]we'll remember you
[05:27.00]you poor souls
[05:27.00]you poor slaves
[05:27.00]they're building the city
[05:27.00]on your broken backs
[05:27.00]and what of your own fires?
[05:27.00]what of your own fires?
[05:27.00]we're leaving you now
[05:27.00]we're leaving you now
[05:27.00]when your cinders are so cold
[05:27.00]cinders are so cold
文本歌词
di-no-saur-us
dead kites in farmer's fields
the jailed dreamers are growing gills
so eat it up you maniacs
eat the whole thing
you maniacs
fat-so-saur-us
fat-so-saur-us
the possibilities of open skies
and the worms rule as silent kings
so eat it up
you fatsos
gobble the whole thing
you fatsos
baby be absolutely quiet
as we untie the boat
and push ourselves from shore
we'll remember you
you poor souls
you poor slaves
they're building the city
on your broken backs
and what of your own fires?
what of your own fires?
we're leaving you now
we're leaving you now
when your cinders are so cold
cold!
baby be absolutely quiet
as we untie the boat
and push ourselves from shore
we'll remember you
you poor souls
you poor slaves
they're building the city
on your broken backs
and what of your own fires?
what of your own fires?
we're leaving you now
we're leaving you now
when your cinders are so cold
cinders are so cold