| Song | Smith & Taylor |
| Artist | Chumbawamba |
| Album | Singsong and a Scrap |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Abbott, Chumbawamba ... | |
| Built with lives | |
| Remembered in plans | |
| A history of no-ones: | |
| For the glory of just one man | |
| Should Smith now fall | |
| Then Taylor takes his place | |
| We're measuring our progress | |
| By burying our waste | |
| Pyramids, palaces | |
| Railways and mills | |
| Viaducts, offices | |
| Pipelines and canals | |
| Bells for the architect | |
| Ringing through the land | |
| A hundred honest men to wash | |
| The inkstains from his hands | |
| For the forging of words | |
| Comes easy as sleep | |
| Stones for | |
| Smith & Taylor | |
| Their memories to keep | |
| Every maiden voyage | |
| Leaves a widow on the shore | |
| And every blessed spire | |
| Sees the earth get its reward |
| zuo qu : Abbott, Chumbawamba ... | |
| Built with lives | |
| Remembered in plans | |
| A history of noones: | |
| For the glory of just one man | |
| Should Smith now fall | |
| Then Taylor takes his place | |
| We' re measuring our progress | |
| By burying our waste | |
| Pyramids, palaces | |
| Railways and mills | |
| Viaducts, offices | |
| Pipelines and canals | |
| Bells for the architect | |
| Ringing through the land | |
| A hundred honest men to wash | |
| The inkstains from his hands | |
| For the forging of words | |
| Comes easy as sleep | |
| Stones for | |
| Smith Taylor | |
| Their memories to keep | |
| Every maiden voyage | |
| Leaves a widow on the shore | |
| And every blessed spire | |
| Sees the earth get its reward |
| zuò qǔ : Abbott, Chumbawamba ... | |
| Built with lives | |
| Remembered in plans | |
| A history of noones: | |
| For the glory of just one man | |
| Should Smith now fall | |
| Then Taylor takes his place | |
| We' re measuring our progress | |
| By burying our waste | |
| Pyramids, palaces | |
| Railways and mills | |
| Viaducts, offices | |
| Pipelines and canals | |
| Bells for the architect | |
| Ringing through the land | |
| A hundred honest men to wash | |
| The inkstains from his hands | |
| For the forging of words | |
| Comes easy as sleep | |
| Stones for | |
| Smith Taylor | |
| Their memories to keep | |
| Every maiden voyage | |
| Leaves a widow on the shore | |
| And every blessed spire | |
| Sees the earth get its reward |