| 作词 : UB Forty | |
| Lyrics：Ub40 Music：Ub40 | |
| Some people search for the holy grail | |
| Run round in circles and chase their own tails | |
| But you can't really blame them for clutching at straws | |
| For weeding some truth in our morals and laws | |
| Some people say that revolution will descend | |
| On this madness end this confusion | |
| But we've all heard the privileged boast and preach | |
| And the promised land we want is still out of reach | |
| I once knew a man who wore self-righteousness | |
| Like a medal on his inflated chest | |
| He hated all people for breaking his rules | |
| Looked down with distaste on the cowards and fools | |
| He lived like a king in his castle of stone | |
| And sneered at the man who worked hard for his home | |
| He knew all the right words and who to defend | |
| And would be with conviction the working mans friend | |
| Chorus | |
| Contaminated minds play judge and jury too | |
| But contaminated minds are blind to truth | |
| Contaminated minds speak with loudest voice | |
| But not everybody has the luxury of choice |
| zuo ci : UB Forty | |
| Lyrics: Ub40 Music: Ub40 | |
| Some people search for the holy grail | |
| Run round in circles and chase their own tails | |
| But you can' t really blame them for clutching at straws | |
| For weeding some truth in our morals and laws | |
| Some people say that revolution will descend | |
| On this madness end this confusion | |
| But we' ve all heard the privileged boast and preach | |
| And the promised land we want is still out of reach | |
| I once knew a man who wore selfrighteousness | |
| Like a medal on his inflated chest | |
| He hated all people for breaking his rules | |
| Looked down with distaste on the cowards and fools | |
| He lived like a king in his castle of stone | |
| And sneered at the man who worked hard for his home | |
| He knew all the right words and who to defend | |
| And would be with conviction the working mans friend | |
| Chorus | |
| Contaminated minds play judge and jury too | |
| But contaminated minds are blind to truth | |
| Contaminated minds speak with loudest voice | |
| But not everybody has the luxury of choice |
| zuò cí : UB Forty | |
| Lyrics: Ub40 Music: Ub40 | |
| Some people search for the holy grail | |
| Run round in circles and chase their own tails | |
| But you can' t really blame them for clutching at straws | |
| For weeding some truth in our morals and laws | |
| Some people say that revolution will descend | |
| On this madness end this confusion | |
| But we' ve all heard the privileged boast and preach | |
| And the promised land we want is still out of reach | |
| I once knew a man who wore selfrighteousness | |
| Like a medal on his inflated chest | |
| He hated all people for breaking his rules | |
| Looked down with distaste on the cowards and fools | |
| He lived like a king in his castle of stone | |
| And sneered at the man who worked hard for his home | |
| He knew all the right words and who to defend | |
| And would be with conviction the working mans friend | |
| Chorus | |
| Contaminated minds play judge and jury too | |
| But contaminated minds are blind to truth | |
| Contaminated minds speak with loudest voice | |
| But not everybody has the luxury of choice |
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