| Song | Head of a Pin |
| Artist | Overkill |
| Album | The Wings of War |
| 作词 : Carlo Verni/Robert Joseph Ellsworth | |
| 作曲 : Carlo Verni/Robert Joseph Ellsworth | |
| God give me strength to recover, God give me strength overcome | |
| God put together something good for me, that can’t be undone | |
| Hand on the good book survival, hand shading eyes from the sun | |
| Hand in hand down that dirty road, we can’t be undone, no its number one | |
| How many times and how many crimes, o pill to break the fever | |
| How many more will walk through the door, turn doubter to believer | |
| When you’re alone, say a little prayer for me | |
| Hey there Mr. pilot can you fly me to your hill | |
| And I will start the riots, I will teach them how to kill | |
| And when we finally get to heaven | |
| Absolved of all our sin, we will know how many angels | |
| On the head of a pin | |
| I prayed like I thought I was dying, prayed when I didn’t believe | |
| Prayed all the time on the dirty road with, no reprieve | |
| Faith, drug of choice for this sinner, hope was the reason out done | |
| Trust in me, we are hand in hand, we can’t be undone | |
| LOW, FAST AND MEAN, WE WERE KILLING THE DREAM | |
| CAME THE ROAR OF THE PIPES AND A BANSHEE SCREAM | |
| AND MAN HELD STOP, DIDN’T KNOW WHAT HE MEAN | |
| SO WE BURNED ON BY WE WERE SINGING MEAN GREEN | |
| EVERYBODY SAID THAT THEY KNEW HIM WELL | |
| HE WAS A MAN OF GOD, BUT YOU REALLY COULN’T TELL | |
| IF THE DEAL WAS REAL OR IF THE ANGEL FELL | |
| BUT WE WERE SINGING MEAN GREEN ALL THE WAY TO HELL | |
| Tear this place to the ground, stone and dust lay all around | |
| Don’t you say exactly where you been, dance with the angels on the head of a pin |
| zuò cí : Carlo Verni Robert Joseph Ellsworth | |
| zuò qǔ : Carlo Verni Robert Joseph Ellsworth | |
| God give me strength to recover, God give me strength overcome | |
| God put together something good for me, that can' t be undone | |
| Hand on the good book survival, hand shading eyes from the sun | |
| Hand in hand down that dirty road, we can' t be undone, no its number one | |
| How many times and how many crimes, o pill to break the fever | |
| How many more will walk through the door, turn doubter to believer | |
| When you' re alone, say a little prayer for me | |
| Hey there Mr. pilot can you fly me to your hill | |
| And I will start the riots, I will teach them how to kill | |
| And when we finally get to heaven | |
| Absolved of all our sin, we will know how many angels | |
| On the head of a pin | |
| I prayed like I thought I was dying, prayed when I didn' t believe | |
| Prayed all the time on the dirty road with, no reprieve | |
| Faith, drug of choice for this sinner, hope was the reason out done | |
| Trust in me, we are hand in hand, we can' t be undone | |
| LOW, FAST AND MEAN, WE WERE KILLING THE DREAM | |
| CAME THE ROAR OF THE PIPES AND A BANSHEE SCREAM | |
| AND MAN HELD STOP, DIDN' T KNOW WHAT HE MEAN | |
| SO WE BURNED ON BY WE WERE SINGING MEAN GREEN | |
| EVERYBODY SAID THAT THEY KNEW HIM WELL | |
| HE WAS A MAN OF GOD, BUT YOU REALLY COULN' T TELL | |
| IF THE DEAL WAS REAL OR IF THE ANGEL FELL | |
| BUT WE WERE SINGING MEAN GREEN ALL THE WAY TO HELL | |
| Tear this place to the ground, stone and dust lay all around | |
| Don' t you say exactly where you been, dance with the angels on the head of a pin |