| Song | Tragic Vaudeville |
| Artist | Wall of Voodoo |
| Album | Seven Days In Sammystown |
| 作词 : Moreland | |
| This slab of stone | |
| Stares at me | |
| So seriously and yet | |
| I'm Laughing | |
| The grass was soft | |
| And so I sat and painted what | |
| I'd been looking at | |
| Now starring in the tragedy | |
| Playing twice a day since its opening | |
| If movements we made fascinating | |
| Hide our hearts incinerating | |
| The final days | |
| Whose book of lust? | |
| Who found sin when they were looking for fun | |
| The visions of | |
| Your violet eyes | |
| So haunted and yet | |
| I'm not afraid | |
| Though I feel so weak | |
| I must remain | |
| On the stage of my tragic vaudeville | |
| Love come quickly don't fade away | |
| On the stage of my tragic vaudeville | |
| Maddness is the cure as we fade to gray | |
| This slab of stone | |
| Stares at me | |
| So seriously and yet | |
| I'm Laughing | |
| A face whose name | |
| I can't replace | |
| Steps I can't retrace | |
| Now starring in the tragedy | |
| Playing every night since its opening | |
| And on stage the violence, greed | |
| My obsessive roots drink deep | |
| On the stage of my tragic vaudeville | |
| Love come quickly don't fade away | |
| On the stage of my tragic vaudeville | |
| Maddness is the cure as we fade to gray |
| zuò cí : Moreland | |
| This slab of stone | |
| Stares at me | |
| So seriously and yet | |
| I' m Laughing | |
| The grass was soft | |
| And so I sat and painted what | |
| I' d been looking at | |
| Now starring in the tragedy | |
| Playing twice a day since its opening | |
| If movements we made fascinating | |
| Hide our hearts incinerating | |
| The final days | |
| Whose book of lust? | |
| Who found sin when they were looking for fun | |
| The visions of | |
| Your violet eyes | |
| So haunted and yet | |
| I' m not afraid | |
| Though I feel so weak | |
| I must remain | |
| On the stage of my tragic vaudeville | |
| Love come quickly don' t fade away | |
| On the stage of my tragic vaudeville | |
| Maddness is the cure as we fade to gray | |
| This slab of stone | |
| Stares at me | |
| So seriously and yet | |
| I' m Laughing | |
| A face whose name | |
| I can' t replace | |
| Steps I can' t retrace | |
| Now starring in the tragedy | |
| Playing every night since its opening | |
| And on stage the violence, greed | |
| My obsessive roots drink deep | |
| On the stage of my tragic vaudeville | |
| Love come quickly don' t fade away | |
| On the stage of my tragic vaudeville | |
| Maddness is the cure as we fade to gray |