| Song | Cupid's Got A Brand New Gun |
| Artist | Michael Penn |
| Album | March |
| 作词 : Penn | |
| It's hiding in the corner | |
| Of every sacred place | |
| Before the ambush you won't want to | |
| Recognize its face | |
| It slithers like a viper | |
| Readies its attack | |
| Tears your flesh and soul apart | |
| Then clings on to your back | |
| But not till it turns away | |
| Can you feel the pain of all the damage done | |
| And you may notice that | |
| This quick opiate | |
| Might wear the wings of angels | |
| That's when you realize | |
| You've been shot down | |
| Wounded unto death by something called love | |
| It followed you to hell, Ange | |
| A double agent who | |
| Will listen to your every lie | |
| But never tell on you | |
| Just whisper to you true | |
| It promises you silk things | |
| But burns the clothes you wear | |
| Gives you leave in heaven | |
| And you scream that it's unfair | |
| To force you to compare | |
| But not till it turns away | |
| Can you feel the pain of all the damage done | |
| And you may notice that | |
| This quick opiate | |
| Might wear the wings of angels | |
| That's when you realize | |
| You've been shot down | |
| Wounded unto death by something called love | |
| You've been shot down | |
| Wounded | |
| Wounded unto death by something called love |
| zuò cí : Penn | |
| It' s hiding in the corner | |
| Of every sacred place | |
| Before the ambush you won' t want to | |
| Recognize its face | |
| It slithers like a viper | |
| Readies its attack | |
| Tears your flesh and soul apart | |
| Then clings on to your back | |
| But not till it turns away | |
| Can you feel the pain of all the damage done | |
| And you may notice that | |
| This quick opiate | |
| Might wear the wings of angels | |
| That' s when you realize | |
| You' ve been shot down | |
| Wounded unto death by something called love | |
| It followed you to hell, Ange | |
| A double agent who | |
| Will listen to your every lie | |
| But never tell on you | |
| Just whisper to you true | |
| It promises you silk things | |
| But burns the clothes you wear | |
| Gives you leave in heaven | |
| And you scream that it' s unfair | |
| To force you to compare | |
| But not till it turns away | |
| Can you feel the pain of all the damage done | |
| And you may notice that | |
| This quick opiate | |
| Might wear the wings of angels | |
| That' s when you realize | |
| You' ve been shot down | |
| Wounded unto death by something called love | |
| You' ve been shot down | |
| Wounded | |
| Wounded unto death by something called love |