| Song | Over To You |
| Artist | Black Sabbath |
| Album | Black Box: The Complete Original Black Sabbath (1970-1978) |
| 作词 : Butler, Iommi, Osbourne, Ward | |
| Born in a window, nobody's fool | |
| Raised in a prison, you called a school | |
| Taught your religion, told what to do | |
| I handed my childhood, over to you | |
| Travelling endlessly | |
| I'm searching my mind | |
| I'm almost afraid of what | |
| I will find | |
| Wandering aimlessly | |
| Oh what can | |
| I do?I handed my future over to you, to you | |
| Over to you future looks blue | |
| What can I do? | |
| Working for freedom, fighting your wars | |
| Feeding your children, keeping your laws | |
| Someday you'll suffer then | |
| What I'll do | |
| I'll hand all your promises, over to you | |
| Standing inside myself, | |
| I'm losing control | |
| You made me believe in the stories you told | |
| Waiting impatiently, what else can | |
| I do?I handed my future over to you, to you | |
| Sisters of sadness, sealled in their cell | |
| Whispering secrets, what to they tell? | |
| Mad politicians can't tell it true | |
| I handed my children, over to you | |
| All over, over to you... |
| zuò cí : Butler, Iommi, Osbourne, Ward | |
| Born in a window, nobody' s fool | |
| Raised in a prison, you called a school | |
| Taught your religion, told what to do | |
| I handed my childhood, over to you | |
| Travelling endlessly | |
| I' m searching my mind | |
| I' m almost afraid of what | |
| I will find | |
| Wandering aimlessly | |
| Oh what can | |
| I do? I handed my future over to you, to you | |
| Over to you future looks blue | |
| What can I do? | |
| Working for freedom, fighting your wars | |
| Feeding your children, keeping your laws | |
| Someday you' ll suffer then | |
| What I' ll do | |
| I' ll hand all your promises, over to you | |
| Standing inside myself, | |
| I' m losing control | |
| You made me believe in the stories you told | |
| Waiting impatiently, what else can | |
| I do? I handed my future over to you, to you | |
| Sisters of sadness, sealled in their cell | |
| Whispering secrets, what to they tell? | |
| Mad politicians can' t tell it true | |
| I handed my children, over to you | |
| All over, over to you... |