LRC歌词
[ti:Rock on Rockall]
[ar:Justice]
[00:00.29]Rock on Rockall - Justice/Cormac O'Moore
[00:05.82]Oh the Empire it is finished
[00:07.81]No foreign lands to seize
[00:09.98]So the greedy eye of England
[00:11.99]I stirring towards the seas
[00:14.77]Two hundred miles from Donegal
[00:17.18]There's a place that's called Rockall
[00:20.59]And the groping hands of Whitehall
[00:22.53]Are grabbing at it's walls
[00:24.60]Oh rock on Rockall you'll never fall
[00:28.06]For Britains greedy hands
[00:30.15]Oh you'll meet the same resistance
[00:32.14]Like you did in many lands
[00:35.14]May the Seagulls rise and pluck your eyes
[00:38.69]And the water crush your shell
[00:40.86]And the natural gas will burn your ass
[00:43.06]And blow you all to hell
[00:45.79]This rock is part of Ireland
[00:47.90]For it's written in folklore
[00:50.00]When Finn McCool took a sod of grass
[00:52.09]He threw it to the fore
[00:54.94]When he tossed a pebble across the sea
[00:58.53]Where ever did it fall
[01:00.53]For the sod became the Isle of Man
[01:02.60]Now the pebble's called Rockall
[01:03.73]Oh rock on Rockall you'll never fall
[01:08.16]For Britains greedy hands
[01:10.19]Oh you'll meet the same resistance
[01:12.24]Like you did in many lands
[01:15.30]May the Seagulls rise and pluck your eyes
[01:18.77]And the water crush your shell
[01:20.72]And the natural gas will burn your ass
[01:22.91]And blow you all to hell
[01:25.86]Oh the seas will not be silent
[01:27.95]While Britannia grabs the waves
[01:29.93]And remember that the Irish
[01:31.95]Will no longer be your slaves
[01:34.95]And remember that Britannia well
[01:38.54]She rules the waves no more
[01:40.63]Keep your hands off Rockall
[01:42.69]It's Irish to the core
[01:44.66]Oh rock on Rockall you'll never fall
[01:48.14]For Britains greedy hands
[01:50.18]Oh you'll meet the same resistance
[01:52.31]Like you did in many lands
[01:55.26]May the Seagulls rise and pluck your eyes
[01:58.63]And the water crush your shell
[02:00.82]And the natural gas will burn your ass
[02:03.07]And blow you all to hell
[02:04.88]Oh rock on Rockall you'll never fall
[02:08.44]For Britains greedy hands
[02:10.45]Oh you'll meet the same resistance
[02:12.59]Like you did in many lands
[02:15.52]May the Seagulls rise and pluck your eyes
[02:19.05]And the water crush your shell
[02:21.14]And the natural gas will burn your ass
[02:23.37]And blow you all to hell
文本歌词
Rock on Rockall - Justice/Cormac O'Moore
Oh the Empire it is finished
No foreign lands to seize
So the greedy eye of England
I stirring towards the seas
Two hundred miles from Donegal
There's a place that's called Rockall
And the groping hands of Whitehall
Are grabbing at it's walls
Oh rock on Rockall you'll never fall
For Britains greedy hands
Oh you'll meet the same resistance
Like you did in many lands
May the Seagulls rise and pluck your eyes
And the water crush your shell
And the natural gas will burn your ass
And blow you all to hell
This rock is part of Ireland
For it's written in folklore
When Finn McCool took a sod of grass
He threw it to the fore
When he tossed a pebble across the sea
Where ever did it fall
For the sod became the Isle of Man
Now the pebble's called Rockall
Oh rock on Rockall you'll never fall
For Britains greedy hands
Oh you'll meet the same resistance
Like you did in many lands
May the Seagulls rise and pluck your eyes
And the water crush your shell
And the natural gas will burn your ass
And blow you all to hell
Oh the seas will not be silent
While Britannia grabs the waves
And remember that the Irish
Will no longer be your slaves
And remember that Britannia well
She rules the waves no more
Keep your hands off Rockall
It's Irish to the core
Oh rock on Rockall you'll never fall
For Britains greedy hands
Oh you'll meet the same resistance
Like you did in many lands
May the Seagulls rise and pluck your eyes
And the water crush your shell
And the natural gas will burn your ass
And blow you all to hell
Oh rock on Rockall you'll never fall
For Britains greedy hands
Oh you'll meet the same resistance
Like you did in many lands
May the Seagulls rise and pluck your eyes
And the water crush your shell
And the natural gas will burn your ass
And blow you all to hell
