| Song | Love on Smack |
| Artist | Witchfinder General |
| Album | Friends of Hell |
| 作词 : Cope, Hawks, Parkes | |
| You say your life's been wasted | |
| You say there's nothing left | |
| You've been so disillusioned | |
| Living on your theft | |
| You call up ask to meet me | |
| Under our favourite tree | |
| I say this must be real bad | |
| For you to call on me | |
| I get there and | |
| I find you under our favourite tree | |
| I can smell the blossom, and hear the buzzing bee | |
| I sit down right beside you and | |
| I look into your eyes | |
| I feel a deep emotion as you look onto the skies and she says | |
| I've lived a life of evil. | |
| Some people say | |
| I'm mad I've been through prostitution. | |
| You can't count the men | |
| I've had. | |
| I've lived on what | |
| I've stolen, and hoped inside a lie. | |
| I beg you stay and hear me now, and help me while | |
| I die. I say | |
| What are you talking of? | |
| Oh what is this you say? | |
| Dying's not for you my love. | |
| You say It's what | |
| I pay! You say | |
| I thought you'd understand first to make love to me. | |
| I still remember feeling your gland rubbing deep in me. | |
| Passionate feelings they arouse. | |
| Never ask me why. | |
| Please make love to me once more, here before | |
| I die. She's dying, dying | |
| The best way out | |
| She's dying, dying | |
| Please don't shout | |
| Don't tell the world what | |
| I tell you here. | |
| Nor call a doctor while | |
| I die it's drawing near. | |
| I kiss her once upon the cheek, her arms they embrace me | |
| She whispers softly while carressing | |
| Darling can't you see? | |
| We both make love so passionate, our feelings they must show. | |
| Our climaxes now they fulfill. | |
| Her eyes they close | |
| Oh no! She's dying, dying | |
| The best way out | |
| She's dying, dying | |
| Please don't shout | |
| Don't tell the world what | |
| I tell you here. | |
| Nor call a doctor while | |
| I die it's drawing near. | |
| She's dying | |
| She's dying | |
| She's dying | |
| She's dead |
| zuò cí : Cope, Hawks, Parkes | |
| You say your life' s been wasted | |
| You say there' s nothing left | |
| You' ve been so disillusioned | |
| Living on your theft | |
| You call up ask to meet me | |
| Under our favourite tree | |
| I say this must be real bad | |
| For you to call on me | |
| I get there and | |
| I find you under our favourite tree | |
| I can smell the blossom, and hear the buzzing bee | |
| I sit down right beside you and | |
| I look into your eyes | |
| I feel a deep emotion as you look onto the skies and she says | |
| I' ve lived a life of evil. | |
| Some people say | |
| I' m mad I' ve been through prostitution. | |
| You can' t count the men | |
| I' ve had. | |
| I' ve lived on what | |
| I' ve stolen, and hoped inside a lie. | |
| I beg you stay and hear me now, and help me while | |
| I die. I say | |
| What are you talking of? | |
| Oh what is this you say? | |
| Dying' s not for you my love. | |
| You say It' s what | |
| I pay! You say | |
| I thought you' d understand first to make love to me. | |
| I still remember feeling your gland rubbing deep in me. | |
| Passionate feelings they arouse. | |
| Never ask me why. | |
| Please make love to me once more, here before | |
| I die. She' s dying, dying | |
| The best way out | |
| She' s dying, dying | |
| Please don' t shout | |
| Don' t tell the world what | |
| I tell you here. | |
| Nor call a doctor while | |
| I die it' s drawing near. | |
| I kiss her once upon the cheek, her arms they embrace me | |
| She whispers softly while carressing | |
| Darling can' t you see? | |
| We both make love so passionate, our feelings they must show. | |
| Our climaxes now they fulfill. | |
| Her eyes they close | |
| Oh no! She' s dying, dying | |
| The best way out | |
| She' s dying, dying | |
| Please don' t shout | |
| Don' t tell the world what | |
| I tell you here. | |
| Nor call a doctor while | |
| I die it' s drawing near. | |
| She' s dying | |
| She' s dying | |
| She' s dying | |
| She' s dead |