笨小笨Rebels in the Rubble歌词由Len O’neill演唱，出自专辑《Out of View》，下面是《Rebels in the Rubble》完整版歌词！
Rebels in the Rubble歌词完整版
Mid-September, Friday night, warm under the red glow of rye.
Been a weird summer, hard on the heart,
Notions of forever falling apart.
We’re in your apartment where it all went down.
By 2AM had to get out of the house.
Pulled into the stairwell by the harvest moon,
Met each other in the mirror as we put on our boots.
Went into the streets, where the lovers meet,
Looking for a rooftop for to dangle our feet.
Up and down the same streets of the same seaside town,
Looking for a corner that we hadn’t yet found.
And a burned down office near the harbour’s mouth
Offered a burned-out-cracked-concrete playground.
We were rebels in the rubble, singing our trouble,
Sending songs to Babylon, sending hymns to Bethlehem.
Courting the moon, singing a lonesome tune,
Singing the rain
Will come soon.
Down to the basement, where the pigeons are,
Into the backroom, into the dark.
Felt more like we stood in the basement of our minds
Saw an old safe, well, we had to look inside.
Say, if we really are in the basement of our minds,
Should not the content of the safe glow and shine?
When we realized there was nothing to be found,
You looked at me pretend profound,
Said, “There’s two kinds of people in any old town,
Those who know that they’re empty
And the ones who have yet to find out.”
We were rebels in the rubble, singing our trouble,
Sending songs to Babylon, sending hymns to Bethlehem.
Courting the moon, singing a lonesome tune,
Singing the rain
Will come soon.
Leaves will be let loose.
Snow will follow suit.
We will be taken too.
