| Song | Backsliding Fearlessly |
| Artist | Mott the Hoople |
| Album | Mott the Hoople |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hunter | |
| (Ian Hunter) | |
| I dreamt of being horses in shackles of gold | |
| And the men that were young then are now terribly old | |
| The graveyard was creaking with too many bones | |
| While the bishop was praying his cassock was sold | |
| Three cheers for the innocent though he is perverse | |
| Three screams for the hangman as he cries for the hearse | |
| I weep for the rebels conventional ways | |
| For he loses his mind while the devious stay | |
| By the way | |
| If the world saluted you | |
| Well what would you do if you could be there | |
| Well would you still take me | |
| Would you take me anywhere | |
| If the world saluted you | |
| Well what would you say when things were down | |
| Would you still want me | |
| Would you want me around | |
| So come all ye faithful and slaughter your lambs | |
| Your minds have been whipped by experienced hands | |
| I wish we were children | |
| I'd welcome the change | |
| And the mind of an old man you can't rearrange | |
| Ain't it strange | |
| If the world saluted you | |
| Well what would you do if you could be there | |
| Would you still | |
| Would you still take me anywhere | |
| If the world saluted you | |
| What would you say when things were down | |
| Would you still want me | |
| Would you still want me around |
| zuo ci : Hunter | |
| Ian Hunter | |
| I dreamt of being horses in shackles of gold | |
| And the men that were young then are now terribly old | |
| The graveyard was creaking with too many bones | |
| While the bishop was praying his cassock was sold | |
| Three cheers for the innocent though he is perverse | |
| Three screams for the hangman as he cries for the hearse | |
| I weep for the rebels conventional ways | |
| For he loses his mind while the devious stay | |
| By the way | |
| If the world saluted you | |
| Well what would you do if you could be there | |
| Well would you still take me | |
| Would you take me anywhere | |
| If the world saluted you | |
| Well what would you say when things were down | |
| Would you still want me | |
| Would you want me around | |
| So come all ye faithful and slaughter your lambs | |
| Your minds have been whipped by experienced hands | |
| I wish we were children | |
| I' d welcome the change | |
| And the mind of an old man you can' t rearrange | |
| Ain' t it strange | |
| If the world saluted you | |
| Well what would you do if you could be there | |
| Would you still | |
| Would you still take me anywhere | |
| If the world saluted you | |
| What would you say when things were down | |
| Would you still want me | |
| Would you still want me around |
| zuò cí : Hunter | |
| Ian Hunter | |
| I dreamt of being horses in shackles of gold | |
| And the men that were young then are now terribly old | |
| The graveyard was creaking with too many bones | |
| While the bishop was praying his cassock was sold | |
| Three cheers for the innocent though he is perverse | |
| Three screams for the hangman as he cries for the hearse | |
| I weep for the rebels conventional ways | |
| For he loses his mind while the devious stay | |
| By the way | |
| If the world saluted you | |
| Well what would you do if you could be there | |
| Well would you still take me | |
| Would you take me anywhere | |
| If the world saluted you | |
| Well what would you say when things were down | |
| Would you still want me | |
| Would you want me around | |
| So come all ye faithful and slaughter your lambs | |
| Your minds have been whipped by experienced hands | |
| I wish we were children | |
| I' d welcome the change | |
| And the mind of an old man you can' t rearrange | |
| Ain' t it strange | |
| If the world saluted you | |
| Well what would you do if you could be there | |
| Would you still | |
| Would you still take me anywhere | |
| If the world saluted you | |
| What would you say when things were down | |
| Would you still want me | |
| Would you still want me around |