[00:00.000] 作词 : Geordie Greep
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Cameron Picton/Geordie Greep/Morgan Simpson
[00:17.25]As a farmhand I had
[00:21.71]No aversion to killing
[00:25.24]But to murder a man in cold blood
[00:30.35]Was something entirely different
[00:39.36]One dawn, one spring
[00:42.79]One man came to me
[00:46.51]Out of tire screech
[00:50.87]Of a black MG
[00:54.59]Dark clad, upright, emaciated, lips curved
[01:10.28]He said, “My friend, would you like to make some cash tonight?”
[01:32.95]“Some people really are awful” he said
[01:36.66]“This you can’t deny”
[01:40.66]“Some people are as useless as lids on a fish’s eyes”
[01:47.90]No pistols, no blades
[01:50.22]Strangulation was how it had to be
[01:54.49]He could depend on the strength of a man of manual labor
[01:59.60]The perfect idiot for his need
[02:09.36]Persuasion-wise, he had a real gift
[02:12.70]Temptation had me by the balls
[02:16.41]He sold me a dream, and I fell in
[02:20.04]For no reason except I’m a fool
[02:31.00]To sign away eternity with one stroke
[02:34.53]A blind greedy hoax, the joke of all jokes
[02:41.12]I’ll tell you for free, it wasn't like a pig's squeal!
[02:52.17]Job done
[02:53.57]No word
[02:54.40]From anyone
[02:58.30]I scour the pool halls, the strip bars, and casinos
[03:01.65]No man was skinny enough to vaguely resemble my friend who said,
[03:06.29]Who said, “We’ll meet at The Queen at 8
[03:08.52]With 10 grand in your pocket, don’t be late”
[03:12.89]No sign of the black clad gang man
[03:19.67]Front page news: “Random killing -
[03:23.20]No gang affiliation, no mob justice -
[03:26.26]Murder”!
[03:33.13]To see the bruised neck I wrecked, immortalized in print
[03:40.56]A circle opened from the black and white picture
[03:43.44]And my search for that face was complete
[03:47.81]He climbed out the page and shed his skin
[03:50.87]Revealing the red king
[03:55.15]This was no mafioso, this was Satan himself
[03:58.49]True evil - the stench of an unknowable wealth
[04:02.02]“You’re coming with me son”, the cries, anguish, torment,
[04:04.90]The shame, pain, heartache, suffering, futile regret!
[00:17.25]As a farmhand I had
[00:21.71]No aversion to killing
[00:25.24]But to murder a man in cold blood
[00:30.35]Was something entirely different
[00:39.36]One dawn, one spring
[00:42.79]One man came to me
[00:46.51]Out of tire screech
[00:50.87]Of a black MG
[00:54.59]Dark clad, upright, emaciated, lips curved
[01:10.28]He said, “My friend, would you like to make some cash tonight?”
[01:32.95]“Some people really are awful” he said
[01:36.66]“This you can’t deny”
[01:40.66]“Some people are as useless as lids on a fish’s eyes”
[01:47.90]No pistols, no blades
[01:50.22]Strangulation was how it had to be
[01:54.49]He could depend on the strength of a man of manual labor
[01:59.60]The perfect idiot for his need
[02:09.36]Persuasion-wise, he had a real gift
[02:12.70]Temptation had me by the balls
[02:16.41]He sold me a dream, and I fell in
[02:20.04]For no reason except I’m a fool
[02:31.00]To sign away eternity with one stroke
[02:34.53]A blind greedy hoax, the joke of all jokes
[02:41.12]I’ll tell you for free, it wasn't like a pig's squeal!
[02:52.17]Job done
[02:53.57]No word
[02:54.40]From anyone
[02:58.30]I scour the pool halls, the strip bars, and casinos
[03:01.65]No man was skinny enough to vaguely resemble my friend who said,
[03:06.29]Who said, “We’ll meet at The Queen at 8
[03:08.52]With 10 grand in your pocket, don’t be late”
[03:12.89]No sign of the black clad gang man
[03:19.67]Front page news: “Random killing -
[03:23.20]No gang affiliation, no mob justice -
[03:26.26]Murder”!
[03:33.13]To see the bruised neck I wrecked, immortalized in print
[03:40.56]A circle opened from the black and white picture
[03:43.44]And my search for that face was complete
[03:47.81]He climbed out the page and shed his skin
[03:50.87]Revealing the red king
[03:55.15]This was no mafioso, this was Satan himself
[03:58.49]True evil - the stench of an unknowable wealth
[04:02.02]“You’re coming with me son”, the cries, anguish, torment,
[04:04.90]The shame, pain, heartache, suffering, futile regret!