| 作曲 : Lou Reed/Metallica | |
| 作词 : Lou Reed | |
| If I pump out blood in the sunshine | |
| Oil on the wheel | |
| That is blasted and busted away | |
| A nail or a little piece of glass | |
| A little piece of glass | |
| A little piece of glass | |
| Swarming like bees over the air | |
| Off the pump off the thing | |
| The blood that | |
| I'm pumping away | |
| Like bees over the air | |
| Off the pump | |
| Off the thing | |
| The blood that | |
| I'm pumping away | |
| Off the pump | |
| Off the thing | |
| The blood that | |
| I'm pumping away | |
| If I pump blood in the sunshine | |
| And you wear a leather box with azaleas | |
| And I pump more blood | |
| And it seeps through my skin | |
| Will you adore the river | |
| The stream, the trickle | |
| The tributary of my heart | |
| As I pump more blood | |
| And it seeps through my skin | |
| Will you adore the river | |
| The stream, the trickle | |
| The tributary of my heart | |
| If I'm pumping blood | |
| Like a common state worker | |
| If I waggle my ass like a dark prostitute | |
| Would you think less of me | |
| And my coagulating heart | |
| Waggle my ass like a dark prostitute | |
| Coagulating heart | |
| Pumping blood | |
| Would you top me off | |
| Would you top me off as | |
| I deepen a curtsy | |
| While you yell out, "mercy" | |
| We grow apart | |
| Would you rip and cut me | |
| Use a knife on me | |
| Be shocked at the boldness | |
| The coldness of this little heart | |
| Tied up in leather | |
| Would you take the measure | |
| Of the blood that | |
| I pumpIn the manic confusion of love | |
| Supreme violation | |
| Supreme violation"Oh, ah, ah, ah Jack I beseech you""Oh Jack I beseech you" | |
| Supreme violation | |
| Blood in the foyer | |
| The bathroom | |
| The tea room | |
| The kitchen, with her knives splayed | |
| I will swallow your sharpest cutter | |
| Like a colored man's dick | |
| Blood spurting from me"Oh Jack, Jack I beseech…""Jack, I beseech you, I beseech…" | |
| In the end it was an ordinary heart"Oh Jack I beseech you" | |
| As I scream out my pain | |
| In the end it was an ordinary heart | |
| In the end, in the end, in the end | |
| It was an ordinary heart"Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack I beseech you" | |
| Supreme violation . . . | |
| Oh"Jack, Jack, Jack I beseech you" | |
| I call out your name | |
| Blood in the foyer, the bathroom, | |
| The tea room, the kitchen | |
| And knives splayed | |
| I swallow your sharpest cutter | |
| Like a colored man's dick | |
| Blood spurting from me | |
| Blood spurting from me"Oh Jack""Oh Jack, I beseech ya" | |
| In the end it was an ordinary heart | |
| In the end it was an ordinary heart | |
| Pumping blood |
| zuo qu : Lou Reed Metallica | |
| zuo ci : Lou Reed | |
| If I pump out blood in the sunshine | |
| Oil on the wheel | |
| That is blasted and busted away | |
| A nail or a little piece of glass | |
| A little piece of glass | |
| A little piece of glass | |
| Swarming like bees over the air | |
| Off the pump off the thing | |
| The blood that | |
| I' m pumping away | |
| Like bees over the air | |
| Off the pump | |
| Off the thing | |
| The blood that | |
| I' m pumping away | |
| Off the pump | |
| Off the thing | |
| The blood that | |
| I' m pumping away | |
| If I pump blood in the sunshine | |
| And you wear a leather box with azaleas | |
| And I pump more blood | |
| And it seeps through my skin | |
| Will you adore the river | |
| The stream, the trickle | |
| The tributary of my heart | |
| As I pump more blood | |
| And it seeps through my skin | |
| Will you adore the river | |
| The stream, the trickle | |
| The tributary of my heart | |
| If I' m pumping blood | |
| Like a common state worker | |
| If I waggle my ass like a dark prostitute | |
| Would you think less of me | |
| And my coagulating heart | |
| Waggle my ass like a dark prostitute | |
| Coagulating heart | |
| Pumping blood | |
| Would you top me off | |
| Would you top me off as | |
| I deepen a curtsy | |
| While you yell out, " mercy" | |
| We grow apart | |
| Would you rip and cut me | |
| Use a knife on me | |
| Be shocked at the boldness | |
| The coldness of this little heart | |
| Tied up in leather | |
| Would you take the measure | |
| Of the blood that | |
| I pumpIn the manic confusion of love | |
| Supreme violation | |
| Supreme violation" Oh, ah, ah, ah Jack I beseech you"" Oh Jack I beseech you" | |
| Supreme violation | |
| Blood in the foyer | |
| The bathroom | |
| The tea room | |
| The kitchen, with her knives splayed | |
| I will swallow your sharpest cutter | |
| Like a colored man' s dick | |
| Blood spurting from me" Oh Jack, Jack I beseech"" Jack, I beseech you, I beseech" | |
| In the end it was an ordinary heart" Oh Jack I beseech you" | |
| As I scream out my pain | |
| In the end it was an ordinary heart | |
| In the end, in the end, in the end | |
| It was an ordinary heart" Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack I beseech you" | |
| Supreme violation . . . | |
| Oh" Jack, Jack, Jack I beseech you" | |
| I call out your name | |
| Blood in the foyer, the bathroom, | |
| The tea room, the kitchen | |
| And knives splayed | |
| I swallow your sharpest cutter | |
| Like a colored man' s dick | |
| Blood spurting from me | |
| Blood spurting from me" Oh Jack"" Oh Jack, I beseech ya" | |
| In the end it was an ordinary heart | |
| In the end it was an ordinary heart | |
| Pumping blood |
| zuò qǔ : Lou Reed Metallica | |
| zuò cí : Lou Reed | |
| If I pump out blood in the sunshine | |
| Oil on the wheel | |
| That is blasted and busted away | |
| A nail or a little piece of glass | |
| A little piece of glass | |
| A little piece of glass | |
| Swarming like bees over the air | |
| Off the pump off the thing | |
| The blood that | |
| I' m pumping away | |
| Like bees over the air | |
| Off the pump | |
| Off the thing | |
| The blood that | |
| I' m pumping away | |
| Off the pump | |
| Off the thing | |
| The blood that | |
| I' m pumping away | |
| If I pump blood in the sunshine | |
| And you wear a leather box with azaleas | |
| And I pump more blood | |
| And it seeps through my skin | |
| Will you adore the river | |
| The stream, the trickle | |
| The tributary of my heart | |
| As I pump more blood | |
| And it seeps through my skin | |
| Will you adore the river | |
| The stream, the trickle | |
| The tributary of my heart | |
| If I' m pumping blood | |
| Like a common state worker | |
| If I waggle my ass like a dark prostitute | |
| Would you think less of me | |
| And my coagulating heart | |
| Waggle my ass like a dark prostitute | |
| Coagulating heart | |
| Pumping blood | |
| Would you top me off | |
| Would you top me off as | |
| I deepen a curtsy | |
| While you yell out, " mercy" | |
| We grow apart | |
| Would you rip and cut me | |
| Use a knife on me | |
| Be shocked at the boldness | |
| The coldness of this little heart | |
| Tied up in leather | |
| Would you take the measure | |
| Of the blood that | |
| I pumpIn the manic confusion of love | |
| Supreme violation | |
| Supreme violation" Oh, ah, ah, ah Jack I beseech you"" Oh Jack I beseech you" | |
| Supreme violation | |
| Blood in the foyer | |
| The bathroom | |
| The tea room | |
| The kitchen, with her knives splayed | |
| I will swallow your sharpest cutter | |
| Like a colored man' s dick | |
| Blood spurting from me" Oh Jack, Jack I beseech"" Jack, I beseech you, I beseech" | |
| In the end it was an ordinary heart" Oh Jack I beseech you" | |
| As I scream out my pain | |
| In the end it was an ordinary heart | |
| In the end, in the end, in the end | |
| It was an ordinary heart" Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack I beseech you" | |
| Supreme violation . . . | |
| Oh" Jack, Jack, Jack I beseech you" | |
| I call out your name | |
| Blood in the foyer, the bathroom, | |
| The tea room, the kitchen | |
| And knives splayed | |
| I swallow your sharpest cutter | |
| Like a colored man' s dick | |
| Blood spurting from me | |
| Blood spurting from me" Oh Jack"" Oh Jack, I beseech ya" | |
| In the end it was an ordinary heart | |
| In the end it was an ordinary heart | |
| Pumping blood |