| Song | Dream on Cowboy |
| Artist | Flesh for Lulu |
| Album | Long Live the New Flesh |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Barker, Marsh, Mills, Mitchell | |
| Well, the wind is howling through my soul | |
| As we take the spiral train down | |
| Descend once again | |
| Into the murky depths below | |
| Well, I've fallen into this water world | |
| Drawn by troubles untold | |
| A finger breaks into the world outside | |
| Draws back again to curl up and sigh | |
| Dream on cowboy, it's a dream | |
| A whole lotta love and a whole lotta hate | |
| All messed up just ready to break | |
| Dream on cowboy, yeah, dream | |
| Well, I didn't have no alibi | |
| Can't you hear the angels weep as I cry? | |
| A whole lotta love and a whole lotta hate | |
| All messed up just ready to break | |
| Can't you hear the angels weep? | |
| Can't you hear the angels weep? | |
| There's a whole lotta work to be done | |
| And you won't find rest under the sun | |
| So dream on, dream on, cowboy | |
| We go far away from another world | |
| The lonesome prairie trail | |
| Another smoking gun on the floor | |
| Me curled up, wounded once more | |
| God knows no fashion, fashion is no God | |
| So dream on cowboy of the open plain | |
| Dream on cowboy all through the rain | |
| Dream on cowboy, dream on cowboy | |
| She's a rockabilly gurl |
| zuo ci : Barker, Marsh, Mills, Mitchell | |
| Well, the wind is howling through my soul | |
| As we take the spiral train down | |
| Descend once again | |
| Into the murky depths below | |
| Well, I' ve fallen into this water world | |
| Drawn by troubles untold | |
| A finger breaks into the world outside | |
| Draws back again to curl up and sigh | |
| Dream on cowboy, it' s a dream | |
| A whole lotta love and a whole lotta hate | |
| All messed up just ready to break | |
| Dream on cowboy, yeah, dream | |
| Well, I didn' t have no alibi | |
| Can' t you hear the angels weep as I cry? | |
| A whole lotta love and a whole lotta hate | |
| All messed up just ready to break | |
| Can' t you hear the angels weep? | |
| Can' t you hear the angels weep? | |
| There' s a whole lotta work to be done | |
| And you won' t find rest under the sun | |
| So dream on, dream on, cowboy | |
| We go far away from another world | |
| The lonesome prairie trail | |
| Another smoking gun on the floor | |
| Me curled up, wounded once more | |
| God knows no fashion, fashion is no God | |
| So dream on cowboy of the open plain | |
| Dream on cowboy all through the rain | |
| Dream on cowboy, dream on cowboy | |
| She' s a rockabilly gurl |
| zuò cí : Barker, Marsh, Mills, Mitchell | |
| Well, the wind is howling through my soul | |
| As we take the spiral train down | |
| Descend once again | |
| Into the murky depths below | |
| Well, I' ve fallen into this water world | |
| Drawn by troubles untold | |
| A finger breaks into the world outside | |
| Draws back again to curl up and sigh | |
| Dream on cowboy, it' s a dream | |
| A whole lotta love and a whole lotta hate | |
| All messed up just ready to break | |
| Dream on cowboy, yeah, dream | |
| Well, I didn' t have no alibi | |
| Can' t you hear the angels weep as I cry? | |
| A whole lotta love and a whole lotta hate | |
| All messed up just ready to break | |
| Can' t you hear the angels weep? | |
| Can' t you hear the angels weep? | |
| There' s a whole lotta work to be done | |
| And you won' t find rest under the sun | |
| So dream on, dream on, cowboy | |
| We go far away from another world | |
| The lonesome prairie trail | |
| Another smoking gun on the floor | |
| Me curled up, wounded once more | |
| God knows no fashion, fashion is no God | |
| So dream on cowboy of the open plain | |
| Dream on cowboy all through the rain | |
| Dream on cowboy, dream on cowboy | |
| She' s a rockabilly gurl |