False,False歌词
歌词千寻 Bad Religion - Dept. Of False Hope.Welcome my son to where the work is never doneAnd the hungry are seldom ever fedThe department of false hope is a proving ground for dopesAnd they'll grind your tiny bones to make their bread (Hosanna).So hold your head up high forgotten manTomorrow won't be made for youAnd everybody's gotta try to lend a helping handFor god and man there's nothing more to do.It crackled on the radio through bright plumes of the sunThe announcer said the age of faith was deadThough the adolescent nation was just looking for salvationThe beast of reason reared its ugly head (Hosanna).So hold your head up high forgotten manTomorrow's not for me and youAnd everybody's gotta try to lend a helping handFor god and man there's nothing more to do.From your cradle of destructionWith the poorest of instructionAn