KIDS (feat. Blimes)歌词
作词 : Blimes Brixton/Noga Erez/Ori Rousso
作曲 : Blimes Brixton/Noga Erez/Ori Rousso
We look back at the lasers targeting both of us
Hot bubbling pot bubbling, they're hating us
Pacing down the streets, pacing down the streets
Peace is dead, now rest in peace (One, two)
Speak now, no bullshit-talking, gotta be now
No preconditions, gotta move fast
Take a seat, grab a pen, spread the map out
Do it now, big time, it's your big time
Remember '67? Now forget that
Remember 9-****ing-11? Now restrain that
Get your head-fact sharp around the present
Speak now, speak now
Speak now, deadline, September 2020
You wanted more, but you already had way too many
You've been naughty boys now y'all naughty men, gutty men
Gut feeling is no ****ing plan (No)
Got any plans? (No) Got a strategy? (No)
Got a budget?
Guess we can all shake our hands on it
Any final words? (Mm, no), okay
(Marching)
Kids that never grow old (Marching)
Mom's heart 'bout to explode (Marching)
All tumbling, all stumbling
Pacing down the streets (Marching)
Left-right-left, left-right-left (Marching)
Who's blaming, who's blaming who? (Who)
Pacing down the streets
Peace is dead, now rest in peace
I might snap like a rubber glove
Peace to the peace, yeah, deuces, go and chuck 'em up
Speak from the chest, chin north like an uppercut
It's a great day to be you and you can't **** it up
You the one, got the force for the course, got the fork for the four course meal
Place the forcefield 'round the passion
If you wield the weapon, then stash it
P-E-A-C-E be easy
If you queasy with the action
That's sick with the fashion and slick with the caption
"Look at us from the outside, we look crazy"
Serve it to the ones who need
"Middle East weather dried our brains out definitely" (Definitely)
So far the underdog-role paid us
Joke's on them, they think they played us
No free lessons in this pleasant dream
They put up another scene, and we're all in marching, marching
Kids that never grow old (Marching)
Mom's heart 'bout to explode (Marching)
All tumbling, all stumbling
Pacing down the streets (Marching)
Left-right-left, left-right-left (Marching)
Who's blaming, who's blaming who? (Who)
Pacing down the streets
Peace is dead, now rest in peace
(Pacing down the streets)
(Pacing down the streets)
(Peace is—, peace is—)
Left-right-left, left-right-left (Peace is—)
Left-right-left, left-right-left (Peace is—)
Left-right-left, left-right-left (Peace is—)
Left-right-left, left-right-left (Peace is—)
Left-right-left, left-right-left (Peace is—)
Left-right-left, left-right-left (Peace is—)
Left-right-left, left-right-left (Peace is—)
Left-right-left, left-right-left (Peace is—)
Left-right-left, left-right-left (Peace is—)
Left-right-left, left-right-left (Peace is—)
Left-right-left, left-right-left (Peace is—)
Left-right-left, left-right-left (Peace is—)
Left-right-left, left-right-left (Peace is—)
作曲 : Blimes Brixton/Noga Erez/Ori Rousso
We look back at the lasers targeting both of us
Hot bubbling pot bubbling, they're hating us
Pacing down the streets, pacing down the streets
Peace is dead, now rest in peace (One, two)
Speak now, no bullshit-talking, gotta be now
No preconditions, gotta move fast
Take a seat, grab a pen, spread the map out
Do it now, big time, it's your big time
Remember '67? Now forget that
Remember 9-****ing-11? Now restrain that
Get your head-fact sharp around the present
Speak now, speak now
Speak now, deadline, September 2020
You wanted more, but you already had way too many
You've been naughty boys now y'all naughty men, gutty men
Gut feeling is no ****ing plan (No)
Got any plans? (No) Got a strategy? (No)
Got a budget?
Guess we can all shake our hands on it
Any final words? (Mm, no), okay
(Marching)
Kids that never grow old (Marching)
Mom's heart 'bout to explode (Marching)
All tumbling, all stumbling
Pacing down the streets (Marching)
Left-right-left, left-right-left (Marching)
Who's blaming, who's blaming who? (Who)
Pacing down the streets
Peace is dead, now rest in peace
I might snap like a rubber glove
Peace to the peace, yeah, deuces, go and chuck 'em up
Speak from the chest, chin north like an uppercut
It's a great day to be you and you can't **** it up
You the one, got the force for the course, got the fork for the four course meal
Place the forcefield 'round the passion
If you wield the weapon, then stash it
P-E-A-C-E be easy
If you queasy with the action
That's sick with the fashion and slick with the caption
"Look at us from the outside, we look crazy"
Serve it to the ones who need
"Middle East weather dried our brains out definitely" (Definitely)
So far the underdog-role paid us
Joke's on them, they think they played us
No free lessons in this pleasant dream
They put up another scene, and we're all in marching, marching
Kids that never grow old (Marching)
Mom's heart 'bout to explode (Marching)
All tumbling, all stumbling
Pacing down the streets (Marching)
Left-right-left, left-right-left (Marching)
Who's blaming, who's blaming who? (Who)
Pacing down the streets
Peace is dead, now rest in peace
(Pacing down the streets)
(Pacing down the streets)
(Peace is—, peace is—)
Left-right-left, left-right-left (Peace is—)
Left-right-left, left-right-left (Peace is—)
Left-right-left, left-right-left (Peace is—)
Left-right-left, left-right-left (Peace is—)
Left-right-left, left-right-left (Peace is—)
Left-right-left, left-right-left (Peace is—)
Left-right-left, left-right-left (Peace is—)
Left-right-left, left-right-left (Peace is—)
Left-right-left, left-right-left (Peace is—)
Left-right-left, left-right-left (Peace is—)
Left-right-left, left-right-left (Peace is—)
Left-right-left, left-right-left (Peace is—)
Left-right-left, left-right-left (Peace is—)
