| 作词 : Boult, Cassidy, Dick | |
| All the way from bucharest your skin crawled on the way to hollywood | |
| Through a whole in the wall | |
| You saw the free world trading in bones | |
| There's a guardian angel at the window | |
| Staring at the corner | |
| She's nowhere to go | |
| She's in the free world trading her bones | |
| Chorus | |
| But if your mother didn't like it she don't need to know | |
| As long as your sending the money home | |
| What happened to the body of the child she bore | |
| Answers on a postcard from jumpsuit city | |
| Sprayed by a moonbeam through the linden leaves | |
| Cast in a shadow in anonymity | |
| He found the free world and sucked on their bones | |
| Performing for animals he's dressed to thrill | |
| High on a pedestal see the surgeon's skill | |
| He lets the free world feast on his bones | |
| Chorus | |
| Behind the curtains there's a sanctuary | |
| For the businessman and the refugee | |
| This is the free world and they trade with their bones | |
| A dead flower from a buttonhole | |
| Lies in the gutter with a million souls | |
| It's the free world, and they're only trading in bones | |
| Chorus | |
| (dick/boult/cassidy) |
| zuo ci : Boult, Cassidy, Dick | |
| All the way from bucharest your skin crawled on the way to hollywood | |
| Through a whole in the wall | |
| You saw the free world trading in bones | |
| There' s a guardian angel at the window | |
| Staring at the corner | |
| She' s nowhere to go | |
| She' s in the free world trading her bones | |
| Chorus | |
| But if your mother didn' t like it she don' t need to know | |
| As long as your sending the money home | |
| What happened to the body of the child she bore | |
| Answers on a postcard from jumpsuit city | |
| Sprayed by a moonbeam through the linden leaves | |
| Cast in a shadow in anonymity | |
| He found the free world and sucked on their bones | |
| Performing for animals he' s dressed to thrill | |
| High on a pedestal see the surgeon' s skill | |
| He lets the free world feast on his bones | |
| Chorus | |
| Behind the curtains there' s a sanctuary | |
| For the businessman and the refugee | |
| This is the free world and they trade with their bones | |
| A dead flower from a buttonhole | |
| Lies in the gutter with a million souls | |
| It' s the free world, and they' re only trading in bones | |
| Chorus | |
| dick boult cassidy |
| zuò cí : Boult, Cassidy, Dick | |
| All the way from bucharest your skin crawled on the way to hollywood | |
| Through a whole in the wall | |
| You saw the free world trading in bones | |
| There' s a guardian angel at the window | |
| Staring at the corner | |
| She' s nowhere to go | |
| She' s in the free world trading her bones | |
| Chorus | |
| But if your mother didn' t like it she don' t need to know | |
| As long as your sending the money home | |
| What happened to the body of the child she bore | |
| Answers on a postcard from jumpsuit city | |
| Sprayed by a moonbeam through the linden leaves | |
| Cast in a shadow in anonymity | |
| He found the free world and sucked on their bones | |
| Performing for animals he' s dressed to thrill | |
| High on a pedestal see the surgeon' s skill | |
| He lets the free world feast on his bones | |
| Chorus | |
| Behind the curtains there' s a sanctuary | |
| For the businessman and the refugee | |
| This is the free world and they trade with their bones | |
| A dead flower from a buttonhole | |
| Lies in the gutter with a million souls | |
| It' s the free world, and they' re only trading in bones | |
| Chorus | |
| dick boult cassidy |