| Song | Ballad For My Little Hyena |
| Artist | Afterhours |
| Album | The EMI Album Collection |
| 作曲 : Agnelli, Prette | |
| Your chauffeur-driver man | |
| Only got one hand | |
| That he steers around the visions | |
| You think that your command | |
| On your patch of ground | |
| Small hyenas prowl | |
| It is just expedience | |
| That keeps the sun going | |
| round and round | |
| Little sweet hyenas | |
| Conveniently tame | |
| Bittersweet hyenas | |
| Never far away | |
| Love leaves you alone | |
| then pain will come for sure | |
| When your friends and foes will tell ya | |
| You ain't dangerous no more | |
| Your head is filling up | |
| Can't concentrate on much | |
| Wrap your arms around the one thing | |
| You can never touch | |
| The lust for something clean | |
| What then can it mean | |
| A killer so afraid of dying | |
| and baby, you don't wanna die near... | |
| Little sweet hyenas | |
| Never far away | |
| Bittersweet hyenas | |
| Conveniently tame | |
| You just can't forget | |
| Who your lips have met | |
| Though you fell some premonition | |
| It's you that can't connect | |
| Your head is filling too | |
| 'till you can't think it through | |
| to know that everyone around | |
| keeps breathing without you | |
| You stole some absolution | |
| from things you've gone and done | |
| a killer so afraid of dying | |
| 'cause baby, you don't wanna die near | |
| Little sweet hyenas | |
| Never far away | |
| Bittersweet hyenas | |
| Conveniently tame | |
| Little sweet hyenas | |
| Never far away | |
| Bittersweet hyenas | |
| Conveniently tame |
| zuò qǔ : Agnelli, Prette | |
| Your chauffeurdriver man | |
| Only got one hand | |
| That he steers around the visions | |
| You think that your command | |
| On your patch of ground | |
| Small hyenas prowl | |
| It is just expedience | |
| That keeps the sun going | |
| round and round | |
| Little sweet hyenas | |
| Conveniently tame | |
| Bittersweet hyenas | |
| Never far away | |
| Love leaves you alone | |
| then pain will come for sure | |
| When your friends and foes will tell ya | |
| You ain' t dangerous no more | |
| Your head is filling up | |
| Can' t concentrate on much | |
| Wrap your arms around the one thing | |
| You can never touch | |
| The lust for something clean | |
| What then can it mean | |
| A killer so afraid of dying | |
| and baby, you don' t wanna die near... | |
| Little sweet hyenas | |
| Never far away | |
| Bittersweet hyenas | |
| Conveniently tame | |
| You just can' t forget | |
| Who your lips have met | |
| Though you fell some premonition | |
| It' s you that can' t connect | |
| Your head is filling too | |
| ' till you can' t think it through | |
| to know that everyone around | |
| keeps breathing without you | |
| You stole some absolution | |
| from things you' ve gone and done | |
| a killer so afraid of dying | |
| ' cause baby, you don' t wanna die near | |
| Little sweet hyenas | |
| Never far away | |
| Bittersweet hyenas | |
| Conveniently tame | |
| Little sweet hyenas | |
| Never far away | |
| Bittersweet hyenas | |
| Conveniently tame |