[00:00.000] 作词 : Geordie Greep
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Cameron Picton/Geordie Greep/Morgan Simpson
[00:12.383]Idiots are infinite
[00:14.765]And thinking men are numbered
[00:18.487]Don’t kid yourself
[00:21.151]This isn’t news
[00:27.277]Let’s start with Tristan Bongo, alone in the race
[00:30.202]Conscription calling his name
[00:33.399]One more night of freedom
[00:35.788]An heiress high up atop the stands
[00:44.839]And the lines are open
[00:46.424]That’s Lucky Star, Eye Sore, Doctor Murphy, Sun Tzu
[00:48.566]The Clap, Mr. Winner, Spot, Wallace, Mrs. Gonorrhoea
[00:50.942]Perfect P, Deadman Walking, and The Company Favourite
[00:55.994]A son hands dad’s hard earned cash to the clerk
[00:58.384]And she laughs at the gall of the small guido lips
[01:01.024]“Put it all on Spot, the kid’s already won”
[01:03.352]John Tyler smeared with last nights beer
[01:04.359]Reflect vomiting Chris who dreams his dream is near
[01:07.273]In the form of Mrs. Gonorrhea
[01:21.260]Reporter reporting the state of affairs
[01:27.644]Inwardly asks of his prime time hair
[01:32.975]Why it can’t quite rival the manes on these mares
[01:41.217]The smoothness can’t compare
[01:45.988]The gleaming appliances attract attention
[01:48.912]The raffle prizes too many to mention
[01:52.118]Displayed all over the stadium entrance
[01:59.310]Hypodermic needles
[02:01.447]Hidden under a coat sleeves
[02:04.399]Of sweaty wise-guy money earning men
[02:06.669]In search of the horse to apprehend
[02:10.656]The race is about to begin
[02:12.521]The race is about to begin
[02:19.688]Blondie locked in 4 Eyes’ arms
[02:22.081]Squirming like a dying fish
[02:24.210]That’s the last I can recall
[02:31.670]The race was ran
[02:32.476]Someone lost, someone won
[02:33.283]I came and I stayed and the same ever since
[02:34.821]Outside
[02:35.342]The freaks of the wilderness, open in spring
[02:36.680]The time before time was the time to sing
[02:38.539]Unidentified song surging through the brush
[02:40.416]Transcription futile, let alone the rush
[02:42.032]You miss when hunched and scribbling notes
[02:43.636]Here no journalism is ever in vogue
[02:45.210]Despite the attempts of doctors and saints
[02:47.075]None have recorded its heavenly grace
[02:48.409]But I stayed, and stayed, and stayed
[02:49.733]That race was ran thirty years back
[02:51.075]And each day since the same
[02:52.124]Peel back the witness of a million catastrophes
[02:53.998]To see the spotty remnants each has left
[02:55.597]I forget in which cups I’ve pissed
[02:56.938]From which I can still drink
[02:58.001]Tonight it’s so cold my feet are shrinking
[02:59.331]Groping around for the sides of my boot
[03:00.924]It’s no night for the blind
[03:02.250]With all these sirens I envy the deaf mutes
[03:03.584]Some killer on the loose again
[03:04.636]Some idiot at large
[03:05.428]Some Chinese moose again
[03:06.225]An excuse for the sarge
[03:07.034]No sirens all silent
[03:08.096]The log cabin's silent
[03:09.156]No killer either
[03:09.952]No creeks in the floor
[03:10.760]Log cabin, what cabin?
[03:12.224]A shack’s all I have
[03:13.023]Yes, my cubbyhole’s stuffed with skeletons
[03:14.562]But my neighbours are stuffed with anthrax
[03:15.848]Where does that leave us?
[03:16.869]I came thirty years back
[03:17.665]From Salafessien, via South Schlagenheim
[03:19.257]To Sunterum and Sunterime
[03:20.069]The late Sun Sugar’s home town
[03:21.395]Buried not far from here
[03:22.473]My only friend
[03:23.267]Neighbor, what neighbor?
[03:24.077]My shack is all alone
[03:25.147]This pen, changing lines
[03:25.669]One line at a time
[03:26.464]Blindness? What blindness? Sweet blindness
[03:28.048]A little laughter, a little silence
[03:29.119]A little magic, a little kindness
[03:30.388]A little all over me, yes me
[03:31.185]The first, the last, the everything
[03:32.471]No trace of anything
[03:33.518]No sin, no life, no fun, no time, no any-****ing-thing
[03:35.900]No one, no yes, no house, no shack, no A, no B, no C, no et cetera
[03:38.572]No one, no two, no et cetera
[03:39.904]No school, no life, no work, no time, no book, no art, no point, no truth, no use, no friend
[03:43.092]No know, no knot, no hole, no birth, no end, no real, no fake
[03:45.957]No king of this useless nameless non-land
[03:47.485]No end to this nothing nonsense non-song
[03:49.091]No day set for my saviors arrival, to carry me far
[03:51.414]Across green waters, above the sky or below the depths
[03:52.978]Among the white cloud or red steppe
[03:54.304]Or to fly forever in-between ends
[03:55.891]Or in-between in-betweens
[03:56.950]Or in-between no-between
[03:58.030]Or no nothing, no saviour, no journey, no end
[03:59.345]A thousand years of no nothing hiding from nothing
[04:01.219]No reason to hide sins or reason not to sin
[04:03.071]No reason to pretend
[04:04.134]No reason to pretend there is not no reason
[04:05.467]Oh, yes
[04:06.266]Blondie ran on the track
[04:07.223]4 Eyes got stuck in the rail
[04:08.023]The reporter was caught getting sweaty in the stable
[04:09.616]Blondie gone, 4 Eyes gone, Guidos gone, Clerk gone, Chris gone
[04:12.272]Tristan Bongo the man who never left
[04:13.338]Tristan Bongo never left
[04:14.401]Still here
[04:15.135]I stayed
[04:25.772]The clown can be a martyr
[04:34.286]The whore can be an angel
[04:44.954]The hack becomes a master
[04:54.244]The crass becomes divine
[05:06.466]The infinite, infinitesimal
[05:17.631]And all sins irrepressible
[05:25.886]No use digging holes to hide
[05:34.115]The rupture comes and leaves no stone unturned
[05:54.858]So don’t wish for anything
[06:09.741]The clown can be a martyr
[06:19.049]The whore can be an angel
[06:27.803]The hack becomes a master
[06:36.585]The crass becomes divine
[06:49.114]The infinite, infinitesimal
[06:55.522]All sins irrepressible