| Song | Cry Mercy, Judge |
| Artist | Tom Verlaine |
| Album | Flash Light |
| 作曲 : Verlaine | |
| oh, sure... i remember rosie... who could | |
| forget... she was working for sammy the fool wasn't | |
| she... some kind of counterfeit business down in Tucson... | |
| I think so... | |
| say who's the paintjob in the pink silk sack... she sure | |
| is looking well informed... rosie took my sleeve... said: | |
| Leave that alone...that young thing ain't never been born | |
| she said shut up, listen... at 4 a.m. I'll be back in San | |
| Antone... at 4th and 12th street mister I don't want to | |
| leave alone. Rosie told me never forget, when they get | |
| spiteful they always do their best. So are we over, | |
| are we across or are we double once again. Rosie told | |
| me it's tictactoe... she just gotta collect her dividends | |
| she said shut up... listen... at 4 a.m. I'll back in San | |
| Antone... | |
| Rosie Rosie... the violets bloom... no curtains hanging | |
| in her room. she told me: carrying all this stuff around just | |
| keeps me out of place... one more drop and I'm thru. | |
| Rosie Rosie... l remember well. Just one more drop she said... | |
| one more drop |
| zuò qǔ : Verlaine | |
| oh, sure... i remember rosie... who could | |
| forget... she was working for sammy the fool wasn' t | |
| she... some kind of counterfeit business down in Tucson... | |
| I think so... | |
| say who' s the paintjob in the pink silk sack... she sure | |
| is looking well informed... rosie took my sleeve... said: | |
| Leave that alone... that young thing ain' t never been born | |
| she said shut up, listen... at 4 a. m. I' ll be back in San | |
| Antone... at 4th and 12th street mister I don' t want to | |
| leave alone. Rosie told me never forget, when they get | |
| spiteful they always do their best. So are we over, | |
| are we across or are we double once again. Rosie told | |
| me it' s tictactoe... she just gotta collect her dividends | |
| she said shut up... listen... at 4 a. m. I' ll back in San | |
| Antone... | |
| Rosie Rosie... the violets bloom... no curtains hanging | |
| in her room. she told me: carrying all this stuff around just | |
| keeps me out of place... one more drop and I' m thru. | |
| Rosie Rosie... l remember well. Just one more drop she said... | |
| one more drop |