| Song | Twilight Of A Champion |
| Artist | The The |
| Album | Infected |
| 作词 : Johnson, Mosimann | |
| The rising moon faces the sickening sun, | |
| As the lights in the tower blocks go on, one by one, | |
| A big shot, overlooking this black iron skyline-- | |
| Surrounded by his symbols of prosperity-- | |
| Sits back in his new leather chair | |
| Ripped off the back of some unfortunate beast. | |
| I'm smiling through my teeth. | |
| Anybody can be a millionaire, | |
| So everybody's gotta try | |
| But by the laws of this human jungle | |
| Only the heartless will survive. | |
| & down there--but for the grace of god | |
| ,go i. | |
| The smoke & the steam, & the broken down dreams, | |
| The hope, & the hunger, frustration & anger, | |
| The little drunken lives,-- | |
| Driven' through the traffic lights | |
| & away from who they are! | |
| But i've been thinking of you-- | |
| In this great city of great solitude. | |
| Crossin' the central reservation, of my imagination, | |
| Searchin' for the world i...left behind. | |
| A shadow hunting shadows of childhood life. | |
| It's all i want--& all i miss-- | |
| But how can i return, to a place that don't exist!! | |
| From mombosa to miami, beiruit to bangladesh, | |
| I've flown around the world standing | |
| On the wing of a jet. | |
| Tryin' to salvage my emotions | |
| From the bottom of the oceans-- | |
| Y'see i sold my soul, to pay for my dinner. | |
| My stomach grew fatter, but my heart grew thinner, | |
| I ain't foolin' i'm fallin', i wasn't wicked, just weak, | |
| I ain't lyin' i'm dyin', crippled by deceit-- | |
| Oh the hand that wrote the agony | |
| Has just begun-- | |
| Will be the hand that pulls the trigger | |
| ,of this gun!!! |
| zuò cí : Johnson, Mosimann | |
| The rising moon faces the sickening sun, | |
| As the lights in the tower blocks go on, one by one, | |
| A big shot, overlooking this black iron skyline | |
| Surrounded by his symbols of prosperity | |
| Sits back in his new leather chair | |
| Ripped off the back of some unfortunate beast. | |
| I' m smiling through my teeth. | |
| Anybody can be a millionaire, | |
| So everybody' s gotta try | |
| But by the laws of this human jungle | |
| Only the heartless will survive. | |
| down therebut for the grace of god | |
| , go i. | |
| The smoke the steam, the broken down dreams, | |
| The hope, the hunger, frustration anger, | |
| The little drunken lives, | |
| Driven' through the traffic lights | |
| away from who they are! | |
| But i' ve been thinking of you | |
| In this great city of great solitude. | |
| Crossin' the central reservation, of my imagination, | |
| Searchin' for the world i... left behind. | |
| A shadow hunting shadows of childhood life. | |
| It' s all i want all i miss | |
| But how can i return, to a place that don' t exist!! | |
| From mombosa to miami, beiruit to bangladesh, | |
| I' ve flown around the world standing | |
| On the wing of a jet. | |
| Tryin' to salvage my emotions | |
| From the bottom of the oceans | |
| Y' see i sold my soul, to pay for my dinner. | |
| My stomach grew fatter, but my heart grew thinner, | |
| I ain' t foolin' i' m fallin', i wasn' t wicked, just weak, | |
| I ain' t lyin' i' m dyin', crippled by deceit | |
| Oh the hand that wrote the agony | |
| Has just begun | |
| Will be the hand that pulls the trigger | |
| , of this gun!!! |