| Song | Music is lethal |
| Artist | Mick Ronson |
| Album | Main Man |
| 作词 : Battisti, Bowie | |
| My friend myself, boredom's hero, prince of the alleys | |
| Stumble falling to a winsome table, in search of wine | |
| Mulatto hookers, cocaine bookers, troubled husbands | |
| Stolen freedoms that only evening unfolds to shine. | |
| Through the twisting inn of screaming pleasure, two wet lips of infant leisure smiled | |
| Could I grasp at the stars as they play your night blue hair? | |
| Sable eyes, ebony thighs, she shines forever | |
| Dancer be, dancing free, she shines for me. | |
| So a masked man should mourn the passing of night time | |
| The long metal dirge, we were prisoners no more | |
| Of the near fallen angels, she will shine on for me | |
| Let the panting begin though the music is lethal | |
| Let the night take me in, you know the daybreak shall win | |
| She will shine on forever, he will shine on for me. | |
| While jeering waiters grope at your shoulders, I drink your kisses | |
| Exquisite room, my charming tomb, I see the man | |
| With marble hands, your smooth pimp, piranha, cradles my swimming head | |
| Cracks his glass into my face, I'm thrown away. | |
| And then I'm tossed a-bleeding out on the street and ask me, John do I have to drag you away? | |
| And I curse where I lay, have made me bow with thanks some day. | |
| Ten thousand engines skid unwielding puncture my skin | |
| Bait and taunt for me to run, back to my rooms. | |
| Though the bad taste of sleep clutching my pillow | |
| In anger I weep, she will cry on my chest | |
| She will shine on forever, she will shine on for me | |
| Let the tempting begin though the music is lethal | |
| Let the night take me in though the daybreak shall win | |
| She will shine on forever, she will shine on for me | |
| Ah, yeah | |
| Oh, ohhhhh. |
| zuò cí : Battisti, Bowie | |
| My friend myself, boredom' s hero, prince of the alleys | |
| Stumble falling to a winsome table, in search of wine | |
| Mulatto hookers, cocaine bookers, troubled husbands | |
| Stolen freedoms that only evening unfolds to shine. | |
| Through the twisting inn of screaming pleasure, two wet lips of infant leisure smiled | |
| Could I grasp at the stars as they play your night blue hair? | |
| Sable eyes, ebony thighs, she shines forever | |
| Dancer be, dancing free, she shines for me. | |
| So a masked man should mourn the passing of night time | |
| The long metal dirge, we were prisoners no more | |
| Of the near fallen angels, she will shine on for me | |
| Let the panting begin though the music is lethal | |
| Let the night take me in, you know the daybreak shall win | |
| She will shine on forever, he will shine on for me. | |
| While jeering waiters grope at your shoulders, I drink your kisses | |
| Exquisite room, my charming tomb, I see the man | |
| With marble hands, your smooth pimp, piranha, cradles my swimming head | |
| Cracks his glass into my face, I' m thrown away. | |
| And then I' m tossed ableeding out on the street and ask me, John do I have to drag you away? | |
| And I curse where I lay, have made me bow with thanks some day. | |
| Ten thousand engines skid unwielding puncture my skin | |
| Bait and taunt for me to run, back to my rooms. | |
| Though the bad taste of sleep clutching my pillow | |
| In anger I weep, she will cry on my chest | |
| She will shine on forever, she will shine on for me | |
| Let the tempting begin though the music is lethal | |
| Let the night take me in though the daybreak shall win | |
| She will shine on forever, she will shine on for me | |
| Ah, yeah | |
| Oh, ohhhhh. |