| 作曲 : Dubin | |
| Piled high | |
| The dream is mine | |
| If I was nice I would bless you with this knife | |
| I like how it shines | |
| I like how it shines | |
| Through you into this frontier... | |
| All of you and all of them and all of you and all of them | |
| Gospel is in the air | |
| One by one by one I have won | |
| One by one by one I have won | |
| If I was nice I would bless you with this knife | |
| I like how it shines | |
| I like how it shines | |
| Heads will rise on stakes... | |
| All of them and all of you and all of them and all of you | |
| Heads will rise on stakes | |
| One buy one by one I have won | |
| Heads will rise | |
| Piled high | |
| The dream is mine | |
| Just fly | |
| Piled high | |
| One by one | |
| Mountain rise | |
| One by one | |
| Gospel is in the air | |
| One by one I have won | |
| Piled high on this frontier | |
| My frontier | |
| No | |
| One by one | |
| No one | |
| No | |
| Awake in this empty frontier... | |
| At least this knife is mine |
| zuo qu : Dubin | |
| Piled high | |
| The dream is mine | |
| If I was nice I would bless you with this knife | |
| I like how it shines | |
| I like how it shines | |
| Through you into this frontier... | |
| All of you and all of them and all of you and all of them | |
| Gospel is in the air | |
| One by one by one I have won | |
| One by one by one I have won | |
| If I was nice I would bless you with this knife | |
| I like how it shines | |
| I like how it shines | |
| Heads will rise on stakes... | |
| All of them and all of you and all of them and all of you | |
| Heads will rise on stakes | |
| One buy one by one I have won | |
| Heads will rise | |
| Piled high | |
| The dream is mine | |
| Just fly | |
| Piled high | |
| One by one | |
| Mountain rise | |
| One by one | |
| Gospel is in the air | |
| One by one I have won | |
| Piled high on this frontier | |
| My frontier | |
| No | |
| One by one | |
| No one | |
| No | |
| Awake in this empty frontier... | |
| At least this knife is mine |
| zuò qǔ : Dubin | |
| Piled high | |
| The dream is mine | |
| If I was nice I would bless you with this knife | |
| I like how it shines | |
| I like how it shines | |
| Through you into this frontier... | |
| All of you and all of them and all of you and all of them | |
| Gospel is in the air | |
| One by one by one I have won | |
| One by one by one I have won | |
| If I was nice I would bless you with this knife | |
| I like how it shines | |
| I like how it shines | |
| Heads will rise on stakes... | |
| All of them and all of you and all of them and all of you | |
| Heads will rise on stakes | |
| One buy one by one I have won | |
| Heads will rise | |
| Piled high | |
| The dream is mine | |
| Just fly | |
| Piled high | |
| One by one | |
| Mountain rise | |
| One by one | |
| Gospel is in the air | |
| One by one I have won | |
| Piled high on this frontier | |
| My frontier | |
| No | |
| One by one | |
| No one | |
| No | |
| Awake in this empty frontier... | |
| At least this knife is mine |