| Song | Paris Is On |
| Artist | Paul Brill |
| Album | Harpooner |
| 作曲 : Brill, Pablito | |
| It's been almost seven hours without a sign | |
| And the dust from ruined cornfields caught in my eyes | |
| And my mind is empty and my heart is pure | |
| I have learned to forget | |
| I have suffered these fools | |
| Paris is open | |
| Paris is I see you, you're alone | |
| I see burning flames from oil wells and factories | |
| And the desert night is a rusted and stained painting | |
| See the dead insects on my windshield | |
| Think, "Maybe now our souls will be free." | |
| Paris is up | |
| Paris is open | |
| Paris is I need you like the sun | |
| Paris is on, Paris is on | |
| Paris is on | |
| Paris is anxious | |
| Paris is I see you, you're an easy mark | |
| I'm so tired of these freaks and their violent streaks | |
| As they pound on their chests with their fists and their feet | |
| I lay quiet and watch their murderous heat | |
| Felt the hate in my heart, wish them dead in the street | |
| Now I'm distant, dark in this anthrobeat | |
| I have suffered the winds of these idiots | |
| Paris is on, Paris is on | |
| Paris is on | |
| Paris is ancient | |
| Paris is I need you 'cause you're all I've got |
| zuò qǔ : Brill, Pablito | |
| It' s been almost seven hours without a sign | |
| And the dust from ruined cornfields caught in my eyes | |
| And my mind is empty and my heart is pure | |
| I have learned to forget | |
| I have suffered these fools | |
| Paris is open | |
| Paris is I see you, you' re alone | |
| I see burning flames from oil wells and factories | |
| And the desert night is a rusted and stained painting | |
| See the dead insects on my windshield | |
| Think, " Maybe now our souls will be free." | |
| Paris is up | |
| Paris is open | |
| Paris is I need you like the sun | |
| Paris is on, Paris is on | |
| Paris is on | |
| Paris is anxious | |
| Paris is I see you, you' re an easy mark | |
| I' m so tired of these freaks and their violent streaks | |
| As they pound on their chests with their fists and their feet | |
| I lay quiet and watch their murderous heat | |
| Felt the hate in my heart, wish them dead in the street | |
| Now I' m distant, dark in this anthrobeat | |
| I have suffered the winds of these idiots | |
| Paris is on, Paris is on | |
| Paris is on | |
| Paris is ancient | |
| Paris is I need you ' cause you' re all I' ve got |