Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Juggernauts, artist - Zebrahead. Album song Phoenix, in the genre Иностранный рокDate of issue: 08.10.2009
Record label: MFZB
Song language: English
The Juggernauts |
| Watching anvils falling all around |
| And they break our bones when they hit the ground |
| The siren screams without a sound |
| So we numb ourselves with drink and drown |
| Got to clock in, bar code and name |
| Zeros and ones, compose the game |
| And the roof’s on fire but stops the rain |
| So clench your fists, enjoy the pain |
| Think back to the ways of yesterday |
| The «I"in team raised renegade |
| In punk rock clubs and razor blades |
| Where throwaway kids scream serenades |
| We lost control again |
| We lost control again |
| We lost control |
| Gotta find a way to make amends |
| Rewrite the end |
| Take back what time has stole |
| We are the angry, the innocent |
| We are the hungry, the discontent |
| We are the marquee, the one percent |
| We are the bourgeoisie of arguments |
| (Here we go, here we go, one time) |
| Dropping down a well that time forgot |
| With scars that show that we care a lot |
| In the sky we dreamt like a juggernaut |
| Of the things we’d do and what we sought |
| But one by one we fall the same |
| How much to lose, not much to gain |
| So have your hope hop another train |
| And bleach yourself but the strain remains |
| Think back to the ways of yesterday |
| When we never even had to get paid to play |
| Had a backpack filled with a lot to say |
| But the words have all been thrown away |
| We lost control again |
| We lost control again |
| We lost control |
| Gotta find a way to make amends |
| Rewrite the end |
| Take back what time has stole |
| We are the angry, the innocent |
| We are the hungry, the discontent |
| We are the marquee, the one percent |
| We are the bourgeoisie of arguments |
| (We won’t wait) |
| We’re the lost, but we’ve found |
| (We can’t wait) |
| Alarms are calling |
| (We won’t wait) |
| We’re not the fallen, the underground |
| You won’t recognize us now |
| We are the angry, the innocent |
| We are the hungry, the discontent |
| We are the marquee, the one percent |
| We are the bourgeoisie of arguments |
| We lost control again |
| We lost control again |
| We lost control |
| Got a lost hope requiem |
| And we’re wrecking 'em |
| There’s no use settlin' |
| So when will the waiting end |
| If we don’t pretend like a shotgun awakening |
| To blow off a pin-downed limb |
| Shed your skin cause the day is shuddering |
| So tie off the bleeding end and start again |
| The streets are barreling |
| With reason to reinvent our miscontent |
| The sound grows deafening |
| We want control again |
| We want control again |
| We want control |
| Gotta find a way to make amends |
| Rewrite the end |
| Take back what time has stole |
| We are the angry, the innocent |
| We are the hungry, the discontent |
| We are the marquee, the one percent |
| We are the bourgeoisie of arguments |
| (We won’t wait, no) |
| We were the lost, but we’ve found |
| (We can’t wait, no) |
| Alarms are calling |
| (We won’t wait, no) |
| We’re not the fallen, the underground |
| You won’t recognize us now |
| We are the angry, the innocent (hey, hey, hey) |
| We are the hungry, the discontent (hey, hey, hey) |
| We are the marquee, the one percent (hey, hey, hey) |
| We are the bourgeoisie of arguments (hey, hey, hey) |
| We want control again |
| We want control again |
| We want control (the underground, you won’t recognize us now) |
| We want control again |
| We want control again |
| We want control (the underground, you won’t recognize us now) |