作曲 : Simon Gallup & Robert Smith & Laurence Tolhurst 作词 : Gallup, Smith, Tolhurst 01 One Hundred Years it doesn't matter if we all die ambition in the back of a black car in a high building there is so much to do going home time a story on the radio... something small falls out of your mouth and we laugh a prayer for something better a prayer for something better please love me meet my mother... but the fear takes hold creeping up the stairs in the dark waiting for the death blow stroking your hair as the patriots are shot fighting for freedom on the television sharing the world with slaughtered pigs have we got everything? she struggles to get away... the pain and the creeping feeling a little black haired girl waiting for saturday the death of her father pushing her pushing her white face into the mirror aching inside me and turn me round just like the old days just like the old days caressing an old man and painting a lifeless face just a piece of new meat in a clean room the soldiers close in under a yellow moon all shadows and deliverance under a black flag a hundred years of blood crimson the ribbon tightens round my throat i open my mouth and my head bursts open a sound like a tiger thrashing in the water thrashing in the water over and over we die one after the other over and over we die one after the other after the other... it feels like a hundred years one hundred years... 01一个世纪 如果我们都死了也没有关系 野心在黑色轿车的后面 在高楼大厦里有很多事做 回家的时侯到了 收音机里述说着一个故事 有小东西从你的嘴巴里掉下 我们嘲笑你 为美好的事物而祷告 祷告吧 为了美好的事物 请爱我吧 我遇见了我的母亲…… 但只能被恐惧攥住 在黑夜里爬上楼梯 等待着去死 像爱国者的子弹那样击中发丝 在电视里为了自由战斗 带着被屠杀的猪来分享这世界 我们已经得到了一切吗？ 她挣扎着直至死亡 痛苦 蠕动的感觉 那个头发有点黑的女孩 等待着星期六 狂烈的她使父亲死亡 她苍白的脸在镜子里 使我的灵魂痛苦 并且围绕着我 和以前一模一样 和以前一模一样 抚爱一个老人 那是张漆画般的死脸 在干净的房间里有块腥香的肉 在黄色的月亮下让斗士去死 所有的阴暗与判决 在黑色的旗帜下面 喷血的一百年 腥红的色彩 绳子紧紧勒着我的喉咙 我张开我的嘴巴 然后让我的头爆炸 听起来像在水里狠抽老虎 在水里抽打 一遍又一遍 我们排着队去死 重复又重复 我们排着队去死去死去死 去死去死去死…… 那好象是整个世纪 整个世纪……