| 作词 : Thirlwell | |
| This is an advertisement for disaster | |
| You're going to laugh on the other side of your mouth | |
| I mo' blow my nose on your hankering | |
| If you're getting in then I'm getting out | |
| This is the third and final bout | |
| THIS IS A CRIME WITHOUT PASSION | |
| BLOOD WASHES AWAY BLOOD | |
| I WANT TO VENT MY SPLEEN ON THE AMERICAN DREAM | |
| AND SOAK THE LENS IN VASELINE | |
| EXIT THE MAN... EXIT THE MAN... EXIT THE MAN WITH NINE LIVES | |
| You get on my wick - well get off it | |
| I'm going to burn the candle at both ends | |
| I fell like I'm stuck in a maze...ment | |
| With all dead ends | |
| I wonder where this all extends | |
| THIS IS A CRIME WITHOUT PASSION | |
| BLOOD WASHES AWAY BLOOD | |
| I WANT TO VENT MY SPLEEN ON THE AMERICAN DREAM | |
| AND SOAK THE LENS IN VASELINE | |
| EXIT THE MAN... EXIT THE MAN... EXIT THE MAN WITH NINE LIVES | |
| This is the most transparent thing | |
| That I ever didn't see | |
| Spending all the time trying to think up things | |
| (for the autobiography) | |
| Don't I know you from somewhere before? | |
| Weren't you a tonic to the nation? | |
| When I saw you last, weren't you framed | |
| By somebody else's latest Croatian? | |
| You really know how to POLLUTE A GUY | |
| You really know how to DILUTE A GUY | |
| THIS IS A CRIME WITHOUT PASSION | |
| BLOOD WASHES AWAY BLOOD | |
| FRATERNISE! PATRONISE! DEODORISE! SANITISE! | |
| NOT DIRTY BUT THE NAME IS MUD | |
| I WANT TO VENT MY SPLEEN ON THE AMERICAN DREAM | |
| NOT SOAK THE LENS IN VASELINE | |
| EXIT THE MAN WITH NINE LIVES | |
| You wouldn't look so damned surrealist | |
| If you didn't have an apple on your face | |
| You're a blemish in my mind | |
| A pockmark on the human race | |
| WASTE OF SPACE WASTE OF SPACE WASTE OF SPACE | |
| THIS IS A CRIME WITHOUT PASSION | |
| BLOOD WASHES AWAY BLOOD | |
| FRATERNISE! PATRONISE! DEODORISE! SANITISE! | |
| MIND A DROUGHT... FACE A FLOOD | |
| I WANT TO VENT MY SPLEEN ON WHAT I'VE SEEN | |
| NOT SOAK THE LENS IN VASELINE | |
| Exit the man, the man with nine lives | |
| Exit the man, exit the man |
| zuo ci : Thirlwell | |
| This is an advertisement for disaster | |
| You' re going to laugh on the other side of your mouth | |
| I mo' blow my nose on your hankering | |
| If you' re getting in then I' m getting out | |
| This is the third and final bout | |
| THIS IS A CRIME WITHOUT PASSION | |
| BLOOD WASHES AWAY BLOOD | |
| I WANT TO VENT MY SPLEEN ON THE AMERICAN DREAM | |
| AND SOAK THE LENS IN VASELINE | |
| EXIT THE MAN... EXIT THE MAN... EXIT THE MAN WITH NINE LIVES | |
| You get on my wick well get off it | |
| I' m going to burn the candle at both ends | |
| I fell like I' m stuck in a maze... ment | |
| With all dead ends | |
| I wonder where this all extends | |
| THIS IS A CRIME WITHOUT PASSION | |
| BLOOD WASHES AWAY BLOOD | |
| I WANT TO VENT MY SPLEEN ON THE AMERICAN DREAM | |
| AND SOAK THE LENS IN VASELINE | |
| EXIT THE MAN... EXIT THE MAN... EXIT THE MAN WITH NINE LIVES | |
| This is the most transparent thing | |
| That I ever didn' t see | |
| Spending all the time trying to think up things | |
| for the autobiography | |
| Don' t I know you from somewhere before? | |
| Weren' t you a tonic to the nation? | |
| When I saw you last, weren' t you framed | |
| By somebody else' s latest Croatian? | |
| You really know how to POLLUTE A GUY | |
| You really know how to DILUTE A GUY | |
| THIS IS A CRIME WITHOUT PASSION | |
| BLOOD WASHES AWAY BLOOD | |
| FRATERNISE! PATRONISE! DEODORISE! SANITISE! | |
| NOT DIRTY BUT THE NAME IS MUD | |
| I WANT TO VENT MY SPLEEN ON THE AMERICAN DREAM | |
| NOT SOAK THE LENS IN VASELINE | |
| EXIT THE MAN WITH NINE LIVES | |
| You wouldn' t look so damned surrealist | |
| If you didn' t have an apple on your face | |
| You' re a blemish in my mind | |
| A pockmark on the human race | |
| WASTE OF SPACE WASTE OF SPACE WASTE OF SPACE | |
| THIS IS A CRIME WITHOUT PASSION | |
| BLOOD WASHES AWAY BLOOD | |
| FRATERNISE! PATRONISE! DEODORISE! SANITISE! | |
| MIND A DROUGHT... FACE A FLOOD | |
| I WANT TO VENT MY SPLEEN ON WHAT I' VE SEEN | |
| NOT SOAK THE LENS IN VASELINE | |
| Exit the man, the man with nine lives | |
| Exit the man, exit the man |
| zuò cí : Thirlwell | |
| This is an advertisement for disaster | |
| You' re going to laugh on the other side of your mouth | |
| I mo' blow my nose on your hankering | |
| If you' re getting in then I' m getting out | |
| This is the third and final bout | |
| THIS IS A CRIME WITHOUT PASSION | |
| BLOOD WASHES AWAY BLOOD | |
| I WANT TO VENT MY SPLEEN ON THE AMERICAN DREAM | |
| AND SOAK THE LENS IN VASELINE | |
| EXIT THE MAN... EXIT THE MAN... EXIT THE MAN WITH NINE LIVES | |
| You get on my wick well get off it | |
| I' m going to burn the candle at both ends | |
| I fell like I' m stuck in a maze... ment | |
| With all dead ends | |
| I wonder where this all extends | |
| THIS IS A CRIME WITHOUT PASSION | |
| BLOOD WASHES AWAY BLOOD | |
| I WANT TO VENT MY SPLEEN ON THE AMERICAN DREAM | |
| AND SOAK THE LENS IN VASELINE | |
| EXIT THE MAN... EXIT THE MAN... EXIT THE MAN WITH NINE LIVES | |
| This is the most transparent thing | |
| That I ever didn' t see | |
| Spending all the time trying to think up things | |
| for the autobiography | |
| Don' t I know you from somewhere before? | |
| Weren' t you a tonic to the nation? | |
| When I saw you last, weren' t you framed | |
| By somebody else' s latest Croatian? | |
| You really know how to POLLUTE A GUY | |
| You really know how to DILUTE A GUY | |
| THIS IS A CRIME WITHOUT PASSION | |
| BLOOD WASHES AWAY BLOOD | |
| FRATERNISE! PATRONISE! DEODORISE! SANITISE! | |
| NOT DIRTY BUT THE NAME IS MUD | |
| I WANT TO VENT MY SPLEEN ON THE AMERICAN DREAM | |
| NOT SOAK THE LENS IN VASELINE | |
| EXIT THE MAN WITH NINE LIVES | |
| You wouldn' t look so damned surrealist | |
| If you didn' t have an apple on your face | |
| You' re a blemish in my mind | |
| A pockmark on the human race | |
| WASTE OF SPACE WASTE OF SPACE WASTE OF SPACE | |
| THIS IS A CRIME WITHOUT PASSION | |
| BLOOD WASHES AWAY BLOOD | |
| FRATERNISE! PATRONISE! DEODORISE! SANITISE! | |
| MIND A DROUGHT... FACE A FLOOD | |
| I WANT TO VENT MY SPLEEN ON WHAT I' VE SEEN | |
| NOT SOAK THE LENS IN VASELINE | |
| Exit the man, the man with nine lives | |
| Exit the man, exit the man |