Wilson Joliet

	作词 : Cale
	She was so afraid of everything she said
	Since her mother told her why once upon a time
	There was no rhyme
	Before the clock slammed another door
	Of the weary hours we were facing a second hand shylock
	Shylocked in, in on us
	I saw what it had taken
	Playing back that old brigade of mine
	Everything was dirty, everything was without rhyme
	Everything was dirty, everything was without rhyme
	Cause me and nigger marched
	Yes, me and nigger blasted our way out
	Of here just like yesterday
	Yesterday's streets were burnt down into shells
	Mothers weep while children sleep
	Like ancestors in the ground
	The misery of nuns lie together like sons
	Who do not have the taste for the battle
	We are shuffled like a pack of cards in the dead of night
	Like lovers below bataan, below the senses
	Cause the senses smell of tears
	While we and nigger marched
	Blasted our way out of here
	Close the door and let's have some private life

	zuò cí : Cale
	She was so afraid of everything she said
	Since her mother told her why once upon a time
	There was no rhyme
	Before the clock slammed another door
	Of the weary hours we were facing a second hand shylock
	Shylocked in, in on us
	I saw what it had taken
	Playing back that old brigade of mine
	Everything was dirty, everything was without rhyme
	Everything was dirty, everything was without rhyme
	Cause me and nigger marched
	Yes, me and nigger blasted our way out
	Of here just like yesterday
	Yesterday' s streets were burnt down into shells
	Mothers weep while children sleep
	Like ancestors in the ground
	The misery of nuns lie together like sons
	Who do not have the taste for the battle
	We are shuffled like a pack of cards in the dead of night
	Like lovers below bataan, below the senses
	Cause the senses smell of tears
	While we and nigger marched
	Blasted our way out of here
	Close the door and let' s have some private life