| Song | Dream Killing Town |
| Artist | John Mellencamp |
| Album | Chestnut Street Incident |
| 作词 : Cougar, Green | |
| Written by John Mellencamp and George Green | |
| Pre-war matador | |
| save your broken bones | |
| Golden rule, he's such a fool | |
| in the streets alone | |
| Slow burn, taciturn | |
| nothing left to say | |
| Column five, sympathize | |
| it's easier that way | |
| (1st chorus) | |
| Just want to be a big boy | |
| pushin' some Jim-jims around | |
| but it's hard to be a dreamer | |
| in a dream killing town | |
| Hard to be a dreamer | |
| in a dream killing town | |
| Good as dead, Sally said | |
| I fear what she knows | |
| Money spent, for reconnaissance | |
| and blood's upon her clothes | |
| Child's toy, soldier boy | |
| playing with his gun | |
| Uptown, missile clown | |
| living on the run | |
| (2nd chorus) | |
| He just want to be a big boy | |
| growing up too soon | |
| Show you his gun | |
| flash his knife in the sun | |
| and dance to a rock and roll tune | |
| (bridge) | |
| Once tried, twice denied | |
| Sally said she knew | |
| Full sized polarized | |
| is what she's looking through | |
| Switch blade, promenade | |
| leather jacket war | |
| Cliché, don't runaway | |
| Slipping out the back door | |
| All night parasite | |
| wake me up at noon | |
| Copped himself an attitude | |
| down at the Red Dog Saloon | |
| Quick laid, masquerade | |
| gets the young boy up tight | |
| Low rent, Jack-a-Lent | |
| says he's gonna be all right |
| zuò cí : Cougar, Green | |
| Written by John Mellencamp and George Green | |
| Prewar matador | |
| save your broken bones | |
| Golden rule, he' s such a fool | |
| in the streets alone | |
| Slow burn, taciturn | |
| nothing left to say | |
| Column five, sympathize | |
| it' s easier that way | |
| 1st chorus | |
| Just want to be a big boy | |
| pushin' some Jimjims around | |
| but it' s hard to be a dreamer | |
| in a dream killing town | |
| Hard to be a dreamer | |
| in a dream killing town | |
| Good as dead, Sally said | |
| I fear what she knows | |
| Money spent, for reconnaissance | |
| and blood' s upon her clothes | |
| Child' s toy, soldier boy | |
| playing with his gun | |
| Uptown, missile clown | |
| living on the run | |
| 2nd chorus | |
| He just want to be a big boy | |
| growing up too soon | |
| Show you his gun | |
| flash his knife in the sun | |
| and dance to a rock and roll tune | |
| bridge | |
| Once tried, twice denied | |
| Sally said she knew | |
| Full sized polarized | |
| is what she' s looking through | |
| Switch blade, promenade | |
| leather jacket war | |
| Cliché, don' t runaway | |
| Slipping out the back door | |
| All night parasite | |
| wake me up at noon | |
| Copped himself an attitude | |
| down at the Red Dog Saloon | |
| Quick laid, masquerade | |
| gets the young boy up tight | |
| Low rent, JackaLent | |
| says he' s gonna be all right |