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  • 作曲 : Booth/Whelan/Gott/Jim Glennie
    This songs made up, made second rate
    Cosmetic music, powderpuff
    Pop tunes, false rhymes, all lightweight bluffs
    Second-hand ideas, no soul, no hate
    Wasn't mean to be
    Built on complacency
    The nightmares ride away
    When you refuse to play
    Oh go and read a book
    It's so much more worth while
    Being a song-smith crook
    Study death in style
    Death in style

    This language used is all worn out
    A walking corpse that won't play dead
    Disease dragged on from bed to bed
    Pay for your twist, paid for shout
    Wasn't meant to be
    Built on complacency
    Open your eyes and see
    That lie is not for we

    Raise a rope and a knife
    Cut it out - the lie
    I don't want to decay
    Take the short cut away
    Oh go and read a book
    It's so much more worthwhile
    Being a song-smith crook
    Study death in style
    Study death in style

    Heard you calling through the drumbeat
    Answered with sticks and bones
    Scream, shout, and dance about the campfire
    You can hear the question, can you feel the reply?

    Heard you calling through the drumbeat
    Heard you calling through the drumbeat
    Can you hear the question, feel the reply?
    Can you hear the question, feel the reply?
    Hymn from a village
    The hymn from a village
  • 作曲 : Booth/Whelan/Gott/Jim Glennie
    This songs made up, made second rate
    Cosmetic music, powderpuff
    Pop tunes, false rhymes, all lightweight bluffs
    Second-hand ideas, no soul, no hate
    Wasn't mean to be
    Built on complacency
    The nightmares ride away
    When you refuse to play
    Oh go and read a book
    It's so much more worth while
    Being a song-smith crook
    Study death in style
    Death in style

    This language used is all worn out
    A walking corpse that won't play dead
    Disease dragged on from bed to bed
    Pay for your twist, paid for shout
    Wasn't meant to be
    Built on complacency
    Open your eyes and see
    That lie is not for we

    Raise a rope and a knife
    Cut it out - the lie
    I don't want to decay
    Take the short cut away
    Oh go and read a book
    It's so much more worthwhile
    Being a song-smith crook
    Study death in style
    Study death in style

    Heard you calling through the drumbeat
    Answered with sticks and bones
    Scream, shout, and dance about the campfire
    You can hear the question, can you feel the reply?

    Heard you calling through the drumbeat
    Heard you calling through the drumbeat
    Can you hear the question, feel the reply?
    Can you hear the question, feel the reply?
    Hymn from a village
    The hymn from a village