| Song | Twenty Floors Below |
| Artist | G.B.H. |
| Album | A Fridge Too Far |
| 作词 : Abrahall, Blyth, Reder, Ross | |
| In the city of madness, I'm just another face, | |
| but they know right where I am, | |
| gotta leave this place. | |
| Hiding in the subway, I don't like it down here, | |
| rats are coming after me, they can smell my fear. | |
| I'm in a fix, can't you tell, | |
| living in this high rise hell. | |
| Got the clouds for company, | |
| terra ferma is the place to be. | |
| In the city of chrome and steel, | |
| they've got axes to grind. | |
| I'm looking straight ahead of me, | |
| but they're coming up from below. | |
| Try an' escape to the sky but I got my vertigo blues, | |
| running out of time and luck, | |
| wearing dead mens shoes. | |
| They're twenty floor below, | |
| twenty floor below. | |
| I can see the whites of their eyes, | |
| and they're coming to get me. | |
| In the city of angels underneath the desert moon, | |
| I may seem in control right now, | |
| but it's them who's calling the tune. | |
| Turn to face my killers, | |
| now turn and confront my fear. | |
| There's a shadow on the wall, everything is clear. | |
| In the city where the motto is "Forward", | |
| I feel right at home. | |
| And I never can settle down, no matter where I roam. | |
| Fidget bouncing off the wall, | |
| finding we got no cheese. | |
| Check the answerphone, | |
| and a little more petrol please. |
| zuò cí : Abrahall, Blyth, Reder, Ross | |
| In the city of madness, I' m just another face, | |
| but they know right where I am, | |
| gotta leave this place. | |
| Hiding in the subway, I don' t like it down here, | |
| rats are coming after me, they can smell my fear. | |
| I' m in a fix, can' t you tell, | |
| living in this high rise hell. | |
| Got the clouds for company, | |
| terra ferma is the place to be. | |
| In the city of chrome and steel, | |
| they' ve got axes to grind. | |
| I' m looking straight ahead of me, | |
| but they' re coming up from below. | |
| Try an' escape to the sky but I got my vertigo blues, | |
| running out of time and luck, | |
| wearing dead mens shoes. | |
| They' re twenty floor below, | |
| twenty floor below. | |
| I can see the whites of their eyes, | |
| and they' re coming to get me. | |
| In the city of angels underneath the desert moon, | |
| I may seem in control right now, | |
| but it' s them who' s calling the tune. | |
| Turn to face my killers, | |
| now turn and confront my fear. | |
| There' s a shadow on the wall, everything is clear. | |
| In the city where the motto is " Forward", | |
| I feel right at home. | |
| And I never can settle down, no matter where I roam. | |
| Fidget bouncing off the wall, | |
| finding we got no cheese. | |
| Check the answerphone, | |
| and a little more petrol please. |