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  • 作曲 : Morrison, Shoniwa, Smith
    Don't be scared no, no
    We ain't prepared no, no
    Dreamt of ventures and
    Woke up to the sound of the trenches you dig in my mind
    Ah, you've got a lot to learn
    What's a kingdom
    To the man who has sold off his soul just to claim it
    Sirens, harletts, bohemians
    Coloured haze of the street horizon
    Ah, you've got a lot to learn
    Oh, he's got some time to burn
    Don't you know you got nothing to dread
    Don't you know you got nothing to dread
    Don't you know you got nothing dread though you know you got a coffin to drag
    A hit and run is just no fun
    Lock up your fine sons my dear
    The grave of love
    We'd cuddle up
    Drink summer beer
    And then smoke tea
    She's like the devil to the moon she's howling, laughing, joking like a kingsnake crawling
    And the herd and the masses,
    The rings and the turkey
    The trimmings the trappings you know you've gotta have it all
    Don't you know you got nothing to dread
    Don't you know you got nothing to dread
    Don't you know you got nothing to fear every girl's got a secret to wear
    You know you got nothing to dread everyone's got a secret to wear
    You know you've got nothing to dread every girl's got a secret to bury
    To dread, to dread, to dread, to dread
    To dread, to dread, to dread, to dread
  • 作曲 : Morrison, Shoniwa, Smith
    Don't be scared no, no
    We ain't prepared no, no
    Dreamt of ventures and
    Woke up to the sound of the trenches you dig in my mind
    Ah, you've got a lot to learn
    What's a kingdom
    To the man who has sold off his soul just to claim it
    Sirens, harletts, bohemians
    Coloured haze of the street horizon
    Ah, you've got a lot to learn
    Oh, he's got some time to burn
    Don't you know you got nothing to dread
    Don't you know you got nothing to dread
    Don't you know you got nothing dread though you know you got a coffin to drag
    A hit and run is just no fun
    Lock up your fine sons my dear
    The grave of love
    We'd cuddle up
    Drink summer beer
    And then smoke tea
    She's like the devil to the moon she's howling, laughing, joking like a kingsnake crawling
    And the herd and the masses,
    The rings and the turkey
    The trimmings the trappings you know you've gotta have it all
    Don't you know you got nothing to dread
    Don't you know you got nothing to dread
    Don't you know you got nothing to fear every girl's got a secret to wear
    You know you got nothing to dread everyone's got a secret to wear
    You know you've got nothing to dread every girl's got a secret to bury
    To dread, to dread, to dread, to dread
    To dread, to dread, to dread, to dread