| Song | A Small Slice Of Heaven |
| Artist | The Lightning Seeds |
| Album | Sense |
| 作曲 : Ian Broudie/Terry Hall | |
| The voice of reason | |
| Is rhyming with treason today | |
| The laughing devil | |
| Is chasing the angels away | |
| The dog is barking | |
| The baby's crying | |
| The rainy days are multiplying | |
| She says it's time to make decisions | |
| Then turns on breakfast television | |
| Life's a trial | |
| But who did you leave behind | |
| When a small slice of Heaven's all | |
| You could ever hope to find | |
| The opera isn't over | |
| Until the fat lady sings | |
| Then she walks into town | |
| And pawns her eternity ring | |
| She's leaving home | |
| With a dream in her pocket | |
| And a photograph in a silver locket | |
| The party's over | |
| She not stopping | |
| She's sick of lying | |
| Through with crying | |
| Life's a trial | |
| But who did you leave behind | |
| When a small slice of Heaven's all | |
| You could ever hope to find | |
| She's leaving home | |
| With a dream in her pocket | |
| And a photograph in a silver locket | |
| The sky is open the clouds are fading | |
| And that small slice of heaven's waiting | |
| Life's a trial | |
| But who did you leave behind | |
| When a small slice of Heaven's all | |
| You could ever hope to find | |
| Life's a trial | |
| But who did you leave behind | |
| When a small slice of Heaven's all | |
| You could ever hope to find |
| zuò qǔ : Ian Broudie Terry Hall | |
| The voice of reason | |
| Is rhyming with treason today | |
| The laughing devil | |
| Is chasing the angels away | |
| The dog is barking | |
| The baby' s crying | |
| The rainy days are multiplying | |
| She says it' s time to make decisions | |
| Then turns on breakfast television | |
| Life' s a trial | |
| But who did you leave behind | |
| When a small slice of Heaven' s all | |
| You could ever hope to find | |
| The opera isn' t over | |
| Until the fat lady sings | |
| Then she walks into town | |
| And pawns her eternity ring | |
| She' s leaving home | |
| With a dream in her pocket | |
| And a photograph in a silver locket | |
| The party' s over | |
| She not stopping | |
| She' s sick of lying | |
| Through with crying | |
| Life' s a trial | |
| But who did you leave behind | |
| When a small slice of Heaven' s all | |
| You could ever hope to find | |
| She' s leaving home | |
| With a dream in her pocket | |
| And a photograph in a silver locket | |
| The sky is open the clouds are fading | |
| And that small slice of heaven' s waiting | |
| Life' s a trial | |
| But who did you leave behind | |
| When a small slice of Heaven' s all | |
| You could ever hope to find | |
| Life' s a trial | |
| But who did you leave behind | |
| When a small slice of Heaven' s all | |
| You could ever hope to find |