| Song | Dance Called America |
| Artist | Runrig |
| Album | Once in a Lifetime |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : MacDonald, MacDonald | |
| The landlords came | |
| The peasant trials | |
| To sacrifice of men | |
| Through the past and that quite darkly | |
| The presence once again | |
| In the name of capital | |
| Establishment | |
| Improvers, its a name | |
| The hidden truths | |
| The hidden lies | |
| That once nailed you | |
| To the pain | |
| They did a dance | |
| Called America | |
| They danced it round | |
| And waited at the turns | |
| For America | |
| They danced their ladies round | |
| To the candles | |
| Of enlightenment | |
| Once lit they say don't burn | |
| To turn the darkest room of suffering | |
| To a greater state of pain | |
| Don't tell me that's behind you now | |
| Don't greet me | |
| Don't meet your dying blind | |
| It's our very last stand together | |
| So let's sever | |
| No regrets | |
| They did a dance | |
| Called America | |
| They danced it round | |
| And waited at the turns | |
| For America | |
| They danced their ladies round | |
| There were days | |
| That once held confidence | |
| Strength of will and mind | |
| The camouflage that once washed your fathers | |
| Your sons and daughters time | |
| Another tounge | |
| My love, my island | |
| You've gone international | |
| With all the praying men of God | |
| Who stood | |
| And watched it all go on | |
| They did a dance | |
| Called America | |
| They danced it round | |
| And waited at the turns | |
| For America | |
| They danced their ladies round |
| zuo qu : MacDonald, MacDonald | |
| The landlords came | |
| The peasant trials | |
| To sacrifice of men | |
| Through the past and that quite darkly | |
| The presence once again | |
| In the name of capital | |
| Establishment | |
| Improvers, its a name | |
| The hidden truths | |
| The hidden lies | |
| That once nailed you | |
| To the pain | |
| They did a dance | |
| Called America | |
| They danced it round | |
| And waited at the turns | |
| For America | |
| They danced their ladies round | |
| To the candles | |
| Of enlightenment | |
| Once lit they say don' t burn | |
| To turn the darkest room of suffering | |
| To a greater state of pain | |
| Don' t tell me that' s behind you now | |
| Don' t greet me | |
| Don' t meet your dying blind | |
| It' s our very last stand together | |
| So let' s sever | |
| No regrets | |
| They did a dance | |
| Called America | |
| They danced it round | |
| And waited at the turns | |
| For America | |
| They danced their ladies round | |
| There were days | |
| That once held confidence | |
| Strength of will and mind | |
| The camouflage that once washed your fathers | |
| Your sons and daughters time | |
| Another tounge | |
| My love, my island | |
| You' ve gone international | |
| With all the praying men of God | |
| Who stood | |
| And watched it all go on | |
| They did a dance | |
| Called America | |
| They danced it round | |
| And waited at the turns | |
| For America | |
| They danced their ladies round |
| zuò qǔ : MacDonald, MacDonald | |
| The landlords came | |
| The peasant trials | |
| To sacrifice of men | |
| Through the past and that quite darkly | |
| The presence once again | |
| In the name of capital | |
| Establishment | |
| Improvers, its a name | |
| The hidden truths | |
| The hidden lies | |
| That once nailed you | |
| To the pain | |
| They did a dance | |
| Called America | |
| They danced it round | |
| And waited at the turns | |
| For America | |
| They danced their ladies round | |
| To the candles | |
| Of enlightenment | |
| Once lit they say don' t burn | |
| To turn the darkest room of suffering | |
| To a greater state of pain | |
| Don' t tell me that' s behind you now | |
| Don' t greet me | |
| Don' t meet your dying blind | |
| It' s our very last stand together | |
| So let' s sever | |
| No regrets | |
| They did a dance | |
| Called America | |
| They danced it round | |
| And waited at the turns | |
| For America | |
| They danced their ladies round | |
| There were days | |
| That once held confidence | |
| Strength of will and mind | |
| The camouflage that once washed your fathers | |
| Your sons and daughters time | |
| Another tounge | |
| My love, my island | |
| You' ve gone international | |
| With all the praying men of God | |
| Who stood | |
| And watched it all go on | |
| They did a dance | |
| Called America | |
| They danced it round | |
| And waited at the turns | |
| For America | |
| They danced their ladies round |