| 作词 : Berry, Buck, Mills, Stipe | |
| I am not the type of dog | |
| That could keep you waiting | |
| For no good reason | |
| Run a carbon-black test on my jaw | |
| And you will find it's all been said before | |
| I can swing my megaphone and long arm the rest | |
| It's easier and better | |
| To just beat it from the chest | |
| Of desire | |
| I could walk into this room | |
| And the waves of conversation are enough | |
| To knock you down in the undertow | |
| So alone, so alone in my life | |
| Feed me banks of light | |
| And hang your hairshirt on the lowest rung | |
| It's a beautiful life | |
| And I can hang my hairshirt | |
| Away up high in the attic of the wrong dog's life chest | |
| Or bury it at sea | |
| All my life I've searched for this | |
| Here I am, here I am in your life | |
| It's a beautiful life | |
| My life | |
| It's a beautiful life | |
| Your life |
| zuo ci : Berry, Buck, Mills, Stipe | |
| I am not the type of dog | |
| That could keep you waiting | |
| For no good reason | |
| Run a carbonblack test on my jaw | |
| And you will find it' s all been said before | |
| I can swing my megaphone and long arm the rest | |
| It' s easier and better | |
| To just beat it from the chest | |
| Of desire | |
| I could walk into this room | |
| And the waves of conversation are enough | |
| To knock you down in the undertow | |
| So alone, so alone in my life | |
| Feed me banks of light | |
| And hang your hairshirt on the lowest rung | |
| It' s a beautiful life | |
| And I can hang my hairshirt | |
| Away up high in the attic of the wrong dog' s life chest | |
| Or bury it at sea | |
| All my life I' ve searched for this | |
| Here I am, here I am in your life | |
| It' s a beautiful life | |
| My life | |
| It' s a beautiful life | |
| Your life |
| zuò cí : Berry, Buck, Mills, Stipe | |
| I am not the type of dog | |
| That could keep you waiting | |
| For no good reason | |
| Run a carbonblack test on my jaw | |
| And you will find it' s all been said before | |
| I can swing my megaphone and long arm the rest | |
| It' s easier and better | |
| To just beat it from the chest | |
| Of desire | |
| I could walk into this room | |
| And the waves of conversation are enough | |
| To knock you down in the undertow | |
| So alone, so alone in my life | |
| Feed me banks of light | |
| And hang your hairshirt on the lowest rung | |
| It' s a beautiful life | |
| And I can hang my hairshirt | |
| Away up high in the attic of the wrong dog' s life chest | |
| Or bury it at sea | |
| All my life I' ve searched for this | |
| Here I am, here I am in your life | |
| It' s a beautiful life | |
| My life | |
| It' s a beautiful life | |
| Your life |