Dead Cell

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Papa Roach《Dead Cell》吉他谱:共 4 条音轨(Background Guitar、David、Tobin、Jerry),148 小节,时长约 3 分 7 秒,GP5 格式,支持在线播放与打印。

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Papa Roach乐队最初来自美国北卡罗莱纳州的瓦卡维拉，由几名高中好友在1993年组成，他们包括主唱Coby Dick(生于1976年)、鼓手Dave Buckner(生于1976)、贝斯手Will James(生于1976年)和吉它手Jerry Horton(生于1975年)。这一四人乐组以Shaddix祖父的名字命名，选择了蟑螂作为乐队的象征。在演唱了《Faith No More》和《Rage Against The Machine》等歌曲之后，Papa Roach在北卡罗莱纳州逐渐成为一支受人欢迎的乐队，他们富有活力的现场演出与摒弃抒情的音乐风格吸引了一批忠实的乐迷。1994年，Papa Roach乐队推出了他们的第一张专辑《Potatoes For Christmas》，此后在1996年，Tobin Esperance替代贝斯手James加入了乐队。Papa Roach乐队的第…

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Papa Roach - Dead Cell

Born with no soul, lack of control

Cut from the mold of the anti-social

Plug them in and then turn them on.

Process the data, make yourself the bomb

What is your target

What is your reason

Do you have emotions, is your heart freezing

Seizing this opportunity to speak

Ya didn't say nothin but turn your fucking cheek

Dead cell. Dead cell.

Sick in the head, living but dead, hear what I said

Learn a lesson from the almighty dread

Jah. Not to worry ya. Not to scare ya...

Kids are getting sick like malaria

Situation gets hairier.

I'm throwin up all types of barriers

I'm tellin ya the kids are getting singled out

Let me hear the dead cells shout.

Dead cell. Dead cell.

Born with no soul

Lack of control

Cut from the mold of the anti-social

Plug them in and then turn them on

Process the data

Make yourself the bomb

No soul. No control.

Cut from the mold of the anti-social.

Plug them in and then turn them on.

Process the data. Make yourself the bomb.

Stop pointing fingers cause we are the guilty

Of clean cut lines and truth that's filthy

Believe what is the root of the word

Out comes lie when it's cut into thirds

I don't believe what my eyes behold, No

I don't believe what my ears are told, No

Seizin' this opportunity to speak

I'm saying something don't turn your fucking cheek

Dead cell Dead cell.

Born with no soul. Lack of control.

Cut from the mold of the anti-social.

Plug them in and then turn them on.

Process the data. Make yourself the bomb.

No soul. (Dead cell) No control.

Cut from the mold of the (Dead cell) anti-social.

Plug them in and then (Dead cell) turn them on.

Process the data.

Make (Dead cell) yourself the bomb.

Dead. Cell. Dead. CELL!!

Dead cell. Dead cell.

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