| Song | The Pandys Are Coming |
| Artist | Killing Joke |
| Album | 25th Gathering: Let Us Prey |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Killing Joke | |
| There was a rhyme that wasn't a rhyme | |
| In a time that wasn't a time | |
| There was a place that wasn't a place | |
| There was a race that wasn't a race | |
| But I lived in a city no-one knew | |
| Thousands of people, indecisions | |
| Chained in by sorrow everyone | |
| Started to wonder how it all begun | |
| Waiting for leaders to lead them to pens | |
| Queues went for miles and millions to come | |
| Fall of because write us a few | |
| Friend kept complaining and joined the queue! | |
| Still was a place that wasn't a place | |
| Still a race that wasn't a race | |
| Had to find it, it wasn't 'round here | |
| Such a thought - a simple idea | |
| Long hall and benches, flesh on the spit | |
| Music was playing, wine to drink | |
| Women of scarlet, faces of flame | |
| Laughter and argue, ever the same |
| zuo ci : Killing Joke | |
| There was a rhyme that wasn' t a rhyme | |
| In a time that wasn' t a time | |
| There was a place that wasn' t a place | |
| There was a race that wasn' t a race | |
| But I lived in a city noone knew | |
| Thousands of people, indecisions | |
| Chained in by sorrow everyone | |
| Started to wonder how it all begun | |
| Waiting for leaders to lead them to pens | |
| Queues went for miles and millions to come | |
| Fall of because write us a few | |
| Friend kept complaining and joined the queue! | |
| Still was a place that wasn' t a place | |
| Still a race that wasn' t a race | |
| Had to find it, it wasn' t ' round here | |
| Such a thought a simple idea | |
| Long hall and benches, flesh on the spit | |
| Music was playing, wine to drink | |
| Women of scarlet, faces of flame | |
| Laughter and argue, ever the same |
| zuò cí : Killing Joke | |
| There was a rhyme that wasn' t a rhyme | |
| In a time that wasn' t a time | |
| There was a place that wasn' t a place | |
| There was a race that wasn' t a race | |
| But I lived in a city noone knew | |
| Thousands of people, indecisions | |
| Chained in by sorrow everyone | |
| Started to wonder how it all begun | |
| Waiting for leaders to lead them to pens | |
| Queues went for miles and millions to come | |
| Fall of because write us a few | |
| Friend kept complaining and joined the queue! | |
| Still was a place that wasn' t a place | |
| Still a race that wasn' t a race | |
| Had to find it, it wasn' t ' round here | |
| Such a thought a simple idea | |
| Long hall and benches, flesh on the spit | |
| Music was playing, wine to drink | |
| Women of scarlet, faces of flame | |
| Laughter and argue, ever the same |