[00:00.00]作词: Momus
[00:05.34]I was born with the charm of innocence
[00:09.45]On my back like a cross
[00:16.68]Thorns upon my forehead
[00:20.04]Round my neck I wore it
[00:20.79]Sometimes a rabbit's claw
[00:21.63]Sometimes an albatross
[00:22.35]It began at a school that turned boys into gentlemen
[00:24.21]Then turned them on to debauchery
[00:27.24]I was forced to my knees in front of these gentlemen
[00:31.08]If I refused they would torture me
[00:34.29]On Sundays I'd stalk the Botanical Garden
[00:37.74]And under my uniform something would harden
[00:41.13]Whenever I passed a girl of my own age
[00:48.03]Or did it begin with au pair girls from Germany
[00:51.60]Paid by the hour to look after us?
[00:55.02]Did it begin with that first opportunity
[00:58.35]To corner a stranger with nakedness?
[01:01.86]Maybe the clinical way they undressed me
[01:05.61]Stayed with me and deeply distressed me
[01:09.00]I think, at heart, I'm something of a prude
[01:15.24]I was born with the charm of innocence
[01:18.42]On my back like a cross
[01:22.44]Thorns upon my forehead
[01:26.01]Round my neck I wore it
[01:28.41]Sometimes a rabbit's claw
[01:31.80]Sometimes an albatross
[01:36.21]Then at 18 I decided I wanted
[01:38.97]To be a commercial photographer
[01:42.87]I rented a studio down by the docks
[01:46.17]Which I shared with a friendly pornographer
[01:49.74]I photographed models in fluorescent light
[01:53.13]Whose veins were so blue and whose breasts were so white
[01:56.61]I assumed, like the moon, women were blue cheese
[02:03.63]When I left home I already had five years
[02:06.75]Of self abuse under my belt
[02:10.41]I found certain women who'd let me try anything
[02:13.83]Just to find out how it felt
[02:16.71]In some garish hotel room with vile decoration
[02:20.58]The wallpaper witnessed my first pollination
[02:23.61]The paisley patterns witnessed an abortion
[02:30.63]I was born with the charm of innocence
[02:33.84]On my back like a cross
[02:37.86]Thorns upon my forehead
[02:41.28]Round my neck I wore it
[02:43.80]Sometimes a rabbit's claw
[02:47.22]Sometimes an albatross
[02:51.18]In the army they taught me to share the abuse
[02:54.45]That I'd kept up 'til then to myself
[02:58.32]There's nothing like killing
[02:59.76]For coaxing a shy boy of twenty-one out of his shell
[03:04.92]In the dark continent with a peace-keeping force
[03:08.40]I fell in with a bunch of Algerian whores
[03:12.39]And promised them I'd try and keep in touch
[03:18.87]We met up again in the 18th arrondisement
[03:22.71]I remember them well
[03:25.68]Their lank stringy hair and their big bulbous noses
[03:29.01]Their unmistakable smell
[03:32.34]I'd approach all the ugliest, seediest jerks
[03:36.03]And ask them to keep a young model in work
[03:39.36]Some men, thank Christ, don't discriminate at all
[03:44.31]I was born with the charm of innocence
[03:47.55]On my back like a cross
[03:51.54]Thorns upon my forehead
[03:55.29]Round my neck I wore it
[03:57.51]Sometimes a rabbit's claw
[04:00.93]Sometimes an albatross
[04:34.08]I will pass my old age by a pale two-bar fire
[04:37.92]Patiently waiting to die
[04:41.31]Twitching the lace as the schoolgirls go past
[04:44.70]Tracing a page of Bataille
[04:48.06]And if you catch sight of my secondhand coat
[04:51.63]Leaving behind it a faint whiff of goat
[04:54.51]Remember both of us are naked underneath
[05:01.71]I thought it would end with the first obscene phone call
[05:05.07]The second professional kill
[05:08.55]But somehow detached from my actual behaviour
[05:11.97]This innocence burdens me still
[05:15.63]Up in the attic I pick up the brush
[05:19.02]Paint in the crow's feet, paint out the blush
[05:22.23]The face this portrait is of is still capable of
[05:29.16]The face this portrait is supposed to be of is still capable of
[05:36.00]The face this portrait is of is still capable of (Paint out the blush of shame)
[05:42.93]The face this portrait is supposed to be of is still capable of (Paint out the blush of shame)
[05:49.80]The face this portrait is of is still capable of (Paint out the blush of shame)
[05:56.64]The face this portrait is supposed to be of is still capable of (Paint out the blush of shame)
[06:03.57]The face this portrait is of is still capable of (Paint out the blush of shame)
[06:10.41]The face this portrait is supposed to be of is still capable of (Paint out the blush of shame)
[06:24.24](Paint out the blush of shame)
[06:25.35](Paint out the blush of shame)
[06:31.11](Paint out the blush of shame)