| Song | The Beautiful Dead |
| Artist | Killing Joke |
| Album | Extremities, Dirt & Various Repressed Emotions |
| 作词 : Atkins, Coleman, Walker | |
| The crowd was one (oblivion ran deep) | |
| A consciousness of cannon-fodder walking in its sleep | |
| Vacant expressions (and don't look ahead) | |
| Everybody dance with the beautiful dead I said! | |
| All queue up and gravel for a hit | |
| SOmeone pulls the reins then you chew at the bit | |
| Encouraged by commercials to spend beyond my means | |
| I laughed as it all fell apart at the seams | |
| (Hey! Take a look at tomorrow) | |
| But will I inherit the good green earth? | |
| Such a lovely world | |
| All mod-cons there was dust on the drums | |
| My electronic beat-box got the job done | |
| Everybody emulate the pulse of the soul | |
| And change your clothes (to make you feel whole) | |
| Effort and sweat was a thing of the past (they said!) | |
| Welcome to the world of the beautiful dead |
| zuò cí : Atkins, Coleman, Walker | |
| The crowd was one oblivion ran deep | |
| A consciousness of cannonfodder walking in its sleep | |
| Vacant expressions and don' t look ahead | |
| Everybody dance with the beautiful dead I said! | |
| All queue up and gravel for a hit | |
| SOmeone pulls the reins then you chew at the bit | |
| Encouraged by commercials to spend beyond my means | |
| I laughed as it all fell apart at the seams | |
| Hey! Take a look at tomorrow | |
| But will I inherit the good green earth? | |
| Such a lovely world | |
| All modcons there was dust on the drums | |
| My electronic beatbox got the job done | |
| Everybody emulate the pulse of the soul | |
| And change your clothes to make you feel whole | |
| Effort and sweat was a thing of the past they said! | |
| Welcome to the world of the beautiful dead |