| Song | Wall Of God |
| Artist | China Crisis |
| Album | Flaunt The Imperfection |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Gazza | |
| Down on the seabed | |
| crushed by the wave | |
| twisted for money | |
| born I a slave | |
| devil on my back | |
| underneath my skin | |
| laugh at affliction | |
| knock but don't you fall in | |
| fever in my hands | |
| And for the first time | |
| in my small world | |
| I have touched on greater meaning | |
| and for the first time | |
| in my small world | |
| I have given myself to learning | |
| There was a freedom | |
| hard to define | |
| vain and outspoken | |
| like no friend of mine | |
| devil on my back | |
| underneath my skin | |
| laugh at affliction | |
| knock but don't you fall in | |
| fever in my hands | |
| And for the first time | |
| in my small world | |
| I have touched on greater meaning | |
| and for the first time | |
| in my small world | |
| I have given myself to learning | |
| Sail on me sailor | |
| from London to Cairo | |
| drugged up like fisherman | |
| and cast of our halo | |
| devil on my back | |
| underneath my skin | |
| laugh at affliction | |
| knock but don't you fall in | |
| fever in my hands |
| zuo ci : Gazza | |
| Down on the seabed | |
| crushed by the wave | |
| twisted for money | |
| born I a slave | |
| devil on my back | |
| underneath my skin | |
| laugh at affliction | |
| knock but don' t you fall in | |
| fever in my hands | |
| And for the first time | |
| in my small world | |
| I have touched on greater meaning | |
| and for the first time | |
| in my small world | |
| I have given myself to learning | |
| There was a freedom | |
| hard to define | |
| vain and outspoken | |
| like no friend of mine | |
| devil on my back | |
| underneath my skin | |
| laugh at affliction | |
| knock but don' t you fall in | |
| fever in my hands | |
| And for the first time | |
| in my small world | |
| I have touched on greater meaning | |
| and for the first time | |
| in my small world | |
| I have given myself to learning | |
| Sail on me sailor | |
| from London to Cairo | |
| drugged up like fisherman | |
| and cast of our halo | |
| devil on my back | |
| underneath my skin | |
| laugh at affliction | |
| knock but don' t you fall in | |
| fever in my hands |
| zuò cí : Gazza | |
| Down on the seabed | |
| crushed by the wave | |
| twisted for money | |
| born I a slave | |
| devil on my back | |
| underneath my skin | |
| laugh at affliction | |
| knock but don' t you fall in | |
| fever in my hands | |
| And for the first time | |
| in my small world | |
| I have touched on greater meaning | |
| and for the first time | |
| in my small world | |
| I have given myself to learning | |
| There was a freedom | |
| hard to define | |
| vain and outspoken | |
| like no friend of mine | |
| devil on my back | |
| underneath my skin | |
| laugh at affliction | |
| knock but don' t you fall in | |
| fever in my hands | |
| And for the first time | |
| in my small world | |
| I have touched on greater meaning | |
| and for the first time | |
| in my small world | |
| I have given myself to learning | |
| Sail on me sailor | |
| from London to Cairo | |
| drugged up like fisherman | |
| and cast of our halo | |
| devil on my back | |
| underneath my skin | |
| laugh at affliction | |
| knock but don' t you fall in | |
| fever in my hands |