| Song | Slice of Life |
| Artist | Bauhaus |
| Album | Rest in Peace: The Final Concert [live] |
| 作词 : Bauhaus | |
| Her gaze hit the side of mine | |
| So I opened it out | |
| To destroy what you thought was difference | |
| So I lied to you once again | |
| So I painted over you once again | |
| So I die before you once again | |
| 'What's the difference' | |
| Come clearly where the flavour is | |
| Seen here in black and white | |
| You've got two seconds baby boy | |
| In burning light white light | |
| 'What's the difference' | |
| Clear up what you are | |
| Burn out these eyes | |
| Rip up this place and scream | |
| 'I am your slice of life' (four times) | |
| Shivering under lamposts | |
| Shivering under glass | |
| Your standing on charisma again | |
| God knows it cannot last | |
| 'What's the difference' | |
| Ice inside your body | |
| Blood inside your soul | |
| Yet still twelve faces stand around | |
| Hugging your skinny bones | |
| 'What's the difference' | |
| So clear up what you are | |
| Burn out these eyes, rip up this place and scream | |
| 'I am your slice of life' (four times) | |
| And the car opened him up to so much more | |
| And the money is brighter with a wider smile | |
| And the problem expands inside your head | |
| 'I am your slice of life' |
| zuò cí : Bauhaus | |
| Her gaze hit the side of mine | |
| So I opened it out | |
| To destroy what you thought was difference | |
| So I lied to you once again | |
| So I painted over you once again | |
| So I die before you once again | |
| ' What' s the difference' | |
| Come clearly where the flavour is | |
| Seen here in black and white | |
| You' ve got two seconds baby boy | |
| In burning light white light | |
| ' What' s the difference' | |
| Clear up what you are | |
| Burn out these eyes | |
| Rip up this place and scream | |
| ' I am your slice of life' four times | |
| Shivering under lamposts | |
| Shivering under glass | |
| Your standing on charisma again | |
| God knows it cannot last | |
| ' What' s the difference' | |
| Ice inside your body | |
| Blood inside your soul | |
| Yet still twelve faces stand around | |
| Hugging your skinny bones | |
| ' What' s the difference' | |
| So clear up what you are | |
| Burn out these eyes, rip up this place and scream | |
| ' I am your slice of life' four times | |
| And the car opened him up to so much more | |
| And the money is brighter with a wider smile | |
| And the problem expands inside your head | |
| ' I am your slice of life' |