[00:00.000] 作词 : Jonathan Higgs/Alexander Robertshaw/Jeremy Pritchard/Michael Spearman
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Jonathan Higgs/Alexander Robertshaw/Jeremy Pritchard/Michael Spearman
[00:33.168]You can't make me believe what I don't
[00:44.374]I can breathe through the pen in my throat
[00:55.456]I don't fear the pit, I will float
[01:03.062]Oooh
[01:06.727]Don't want to say the quiet part out loud
[01:11.363]But we're not profound
[01:15.083]We're just meat
[01:17.773]You
[01:21.434]Think you've been talking to the modern world
[01:26.045]But, my friend, I heard
[01:29.925]Your scream
[01:33.291]Oh, Canary! Canary! Canary!
[01:39.764]Under the ground!
[01:41.486]Canary! Canary! Canary!
[01:47.078]Under the ground!
[02:05.600]I don't think it's a trick of the light (Heed my warning)
[02:16.589]No more dreaming in black in white (Heed my warning)
[02:27.734]All I want is to brutalise (Heed me warning)
[02:35.319]Oooh
[02:39.004]I hear the drumming of the Hell-Kite priest
[02:43.590]On my bones they feast
[02:47.284]But that's fine
[02:50.058]Oooh
[02:53.737]I've got these rifles for my arms and legs
[02:58.467]And I've laid in bed
[03:02.022]Enough time
[03:05.673]Oh, Canary! Canary! Canary!
[03:12.046]Under the ground!
[03:13.772]Canary! Canary! Canary!
[03:19.389]Under the ground!
[03:37.894]I don't think it's a trick
[04:06.844]Under the ground!

作词 : Jonathan Higgs/Alexander Robertshaw/Jeremy Pritchard/Michael Spearman
作曲 : Jonathan Higgs/Alexander Robertshaw/Jeremy Pritchard/Michael Spearman
You can't make me believe what I don't
I can breathe through the pen in my throat
I don't fear the pit, I will float
Oooh
Don't want to say the quiet part out loud
But we're not profound
We're just meat
You
Think you've been talking to the modern world
But, my friend, I heard
Your scream
Oh, Canary! Canary! Canary!
Under the ground!
Canary! Canary! Canary!
Under the ground!
I don't think it's a trick of the light (Heed my warning)
No more dreaming in black in white (Heed my warning)
All I want is to brutalise (Heed me warning)
Oooh
I hear the drumming of the Hell-Kite priest
On my bones they feast
But that's fine
Oooh
I've got these rifles for my arms and legs
And I've laid in bed
Enough time
Oh, Canary! Canary! Canary!
Under the ground!
Canary! Canary! Canary!
Under the ground!
I don't think it's a trick
Under the ground!