| Song | The Mercy Beat |
| Artist | The The |
| Album | Infected |
| 作词 : Johnson | |
| There's a high wind blowin, & the stars are shining bright, | |
| Oh what a night, this is gonna be-- | |
| I think i'll let the world sleep without me. | |
| I got one eye open, one eye closed. | |
| & my thin body's trembling beneath the bedclothes, | |
| My hearts beatin' against the roof of my mouth | |
| ,it's almost time to get out of this house. | |
| I got one hand on the radio, one hand on the wheel, | |
| I got my right foot on the floorboard,-- | |
| & i'm preparing to kill or be killed. | |
| There's a high wind blowin', & the stars are shining bright. | |
| & the rain upon the tarmac, | |
| ,helps me sail through the traffic lights, | |
| I'm heading down to the dock of the bay, | |
| ,to feel the power of the waves, | |
| I'm gonna move up close to that wind, | |
| & wrestle with the thoughts solitude always brings. | |
| Y'see i'm stuck between hell & the deep blue sea, | |
| & i know that water's sucked under better man than me, | |
| I was just another western guy, | |
| ,with desires that couldn't be satisfied, | |
| So one day, i asked the angels for inspiration, | |
| ,but the devil bought me a drink, | |
| & he's been buying them ever since, | |
| He's had the liquor on my tongue | |
| ,feel like the sea upon the sand, | |
| He's had me signing confessions | |
| ,from this shaking hand, | |
| He's had me struggling to hang onto hope-- | |
| Like a drunken sailor in a tugboat | |
| With a bottle of vodka in my overcoat, | |
| & my dog eared bible lost--overboard | |
| Y'see he tricked me into temptation, | |
| So i've tricked him into this confrontation, | |
| I never said i was the man i appeared to be | |
| Not the flesh wrapped around the bones of necessity. | |
| Or the soul on fire--scribbling thoughts for posterity. | |
| I'm gonna have little lucifer, runnin' off to purgatory, | |
| ,with his tail between his legs, | |
| I'm gonna teach him a lesson | |
| ,he ain't ever gonna forget. | |
| All the vultures & crows are fixin up some tombstones | |
| But they won't be chewing the meat off my bones. | |
| There's a high wind blowin' & the stars are shining bright. | |
| Me & him are gonna have a little knife fight, | |
| ,in the bowels of the big city skyline, | |
| Oh this feelin' inside runs dark & deep | |
| ,tonight my hearts not thumping | |
| ,a mercy beat | |
| I was just another western guy, | |
| With desires that couldn't be--satisfied. |
| zuò cí : Johnson | |
| There' s a high wind blowin, the stars are shining bright, | |
| Oh what a night, this is gonna be | |
| I think i' ll let the world sleep without me. | |
| I got one eye open, one eye closed. | |
| my thin body' s trembling beneath the bedclothes, | |
| My hearts beatin' against the roof of my mouth | |
| , it' s almost time to get out of this house. | |
| I got one hand on the radio, one hand on the wheel, | |
| I got my right foot on the floorboard, | |
| i' m preparing to kill or be killed. | |
| There' s a high wind blowin', the stars are shining bright. | |
| the rain upon the tarmac, | |
| , helps me sail through the traffic lights, | |
| I' m heading down to the dock of the bay, | |
| , to feel the power of the waves, | |
| I' m gonna move up close to that wind, | |
| wrestle with the thoughts solitude always brings. | |
| Y' see i' m stuck between hell the deep blue sea, | |
| i know that water' s sucked under better man than me, | |
| I was just another western guy, | |
| , with desires that couldn' t be satisfied, | |
| So one day, i asked the angels for inspiration, | |
| , but the devil bought me a drink, | |
| he' s been buying them ever since, | |
| He' s had the liquor on my tongue | |
| , feel like the sea upon the sand, | |
| He' s had me signing confessions | |
| , from this shaking hand, | |
| He' s had me struggling to hang onto hope | |
| Like a drunken sailor in a tugboat | |
| With a bottle of vodka in my overcoat, | |
| my dog eared bible lostoverboard | |
| Y' see he tricked me into temptation, | |
| So i' ve tricked him into this confrontation, | |
| I never said i was the man i appeared to be | |
| Not the flesh wrapped around the bones of necessity. | |
| Or the soul on firescribbling thoughts for posterity. | |
| I' m gonna have little lucifer, runnin' off to purgatory, | |
| , with his tail between his legs, | |
| I' m gonna teach him a lesson | |
| , he ain' t ever gonna forget. | |
| All the vultures crows are fixin up some tombstones | |
| But they won' t be chewing the meat off my bones. | |
| There' s a high wind blowin' the stars are shining bright. | |
| Me him are gonna have a little knife fight, | |
| , in the bowels of the big city skyline, | |
| Oh this feelin' inside runs dark deep | |
| , tonight my hearts not thumping | |
| , a mercy beat | |
| I was just another western guy, | |
| With desires that couldn' t besatisfied. |