Lordly Nightshade

	作词 : Williamson
	Captured by Hitler with Oliver Twist in the tower
	Guards say here's pens and paper just sit down and work for an hour
	O, Goodness, how can we escape? but it's not worthwhile
	All I can do is smile.
	Down gallons of glandular corridors of the dark castle
	The pompous old bellman is tolling one bell
	At bathtime the hippies in chains they are crossing the hall
	Where Hitler is making his new film about it all
	We slip trough a pew and escape but I just don't know
	All I can do is grow
	Tell me more, what then
	Down Main Street I go on a duffel-coat hoping instead
	For a little room, yawn, I'm so tired with this big bag of coal on my head
	It's a top hat I'm trying to sell or a lesson to learn
	Vaguely seeking some fire to burn
	While a whole group of middle-aged persons with dwarfish expressions and tinned conversations in Sunday blessed blue
	Standing around for a photograph, watch the cuckoo
	Do you need any coal? But it doesn't appear that they do
	Then I offered my throat to the wolf but I just can't die
	All I can do is fly
	Safe and secure in the skirts of the midsummer wood
	Cooking soup with stale words and fresh meanings it tastes so good
	The green wolf with his bunch of red roses is slinking away
	All on a summer's day.

	zuò cí : Williamson
	Captured by Hitler with Oliver Twist in the tower
	Guards say here' s pens and paper just sit down and work for an hour
	O, Goodness, how can we escape? but it' s not worthwhile
	All I can do is smile.
	Down gallons of glandular corridors of the dark castle
	The pompous old bellman is tolling one bell
	At bathtime the hippies in chains they are crossing the hall
	Where Hitler is making his new film about it all
	We slip trough a pew and escape but I just don' t know
	All I can do is grow
	Tell me more, what then
	Down Main Street I go on a duffelcoat hoping instead
	For a little room, yawn, I' m so tired with this big bag of coal on my head
	It' s a top hat I' m trying to sell or a lesson to learn
	Vaguely seeking some fire to burn
	While a whole group of middleaged persons with dwarfish expressions and tinned conversations in Sunday blessed blue
	Standing around for a photograph, watch the cuckoo
	Do you need any coal? But it doesn' t appear that they do
	Then I offered my throat to the wolf but I just can' t die
	All I can do is fly
	Safe and secure in the skirts of the midsummer wood
	Cooking soup with stale words and fresh meanings it tastes so good
	The green wolf with his bunch of red roses is slinking away
	All on a summer' s day.