| Song | Picture of Innocence |
| Artist | Deep Purple |
| Album | Bananas |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Gillan, Glover, Lord, Morse ... | |
| I hear they're trying to make us all the same | |
| It's mind control by any other name | |
| Who's gonna pay the price | |
| For this foolish paradise | |
| Oh-Momma don't take that train | |
| I hear it said we're headed too far south | |
| Chinese whispers go by word of mouth | |
| Rules for every size and shape | |
| The nag has gone, shut the gate | |
| Once you're in you're never getting out | |
| I'm so misunderstood | |
| There goes my manlihood | |
| She's in my face again | |
| With that picture of innocence | |
| No drinks, No smokes | |
| No dicking around | |
| No dirty jokes | |
| Straight lace, straight face | |
| The old straight jacket | |
| We got no hope | |
| I hear they're gonna try out something new | |
| I can feel it sticking to my shoe | |
| So this is what tomorrow holds | |
| Hopes and dreams are bought and sold | |
| But still the world is misty green and blue | |
| I', so misunderstood | |
| There goes my mannish boyhood | |
| She's in my face again | |
| With that picture of innocence | |
| No deals, No strokes | |
| No forbidden fruit | |
| No holy smoke | |
| What next, no sex | |
| That's the end of the road | |
| That's the end of the road | |
| We got no hope | |
| No drinks, No smokes | |
| No dicking around | |
| No dirty jokes | |
| Straight lace, straight face | |
| The old straight jacket | |
| We got no hope | |
| No deals, No strokes | |
| No forbidden fruit | |
| No holy smoke | |
| What next, no sex | |
| That's the end of the road | |
| We got no hope |
| zuo ci : Gillan, Glover, Lord, Morse ... | |
| I hear they' re trying to make us all the same | |
| It' s mind control by any other name | |
| Who' s gonna pay the price | |
| For this foolish paradise | |
| OhMomma don' t take that train | |
| I hear it said we' re headed too far south | |
| Chinese whispers go by word of mouth | |
| Rules for every size and shape | |
| The nag has gone, shut the gate | |
| Once you' re in you' re never getting out | |
| I' m so misunderstood | |
| There goes my manlihood | |
| She' s in my face again | |
| With that picture of innocence | |
| No drinks, No smokes | |
| No dicking around | |
| No dirty jokes | |
| Straight lace, straight face | |
| The old straight jacket | |
| We got no hope | |
| I hear they' re gonna try out something new | |
| I can feel it sticking to my shoe | |
| So this is what tomorrow holds | |
| Hopes and dreams are bought and sold | |
| But still the world is misty green and blue | |
| I', so misunderstood | |
| There goes my mannish boyhood | |
| She' s in my face again | |
| With that picture of innocence | |
| No deals, No strokes | |
| No forbidden fruit | |
| No holy smoke | |
| What next, no sex | |
| That' s the end of the road | |
| That' s the end of the road | |
| We got no hope | |
| No drinks, No smokes | |
| No dicking around | |
| No dirty jokes | |
| Straight lace, straight face | |
| The old straight jacket | |
| We got no hope | |
| No deals, No strokes | |
| No forbidden fruit | |
| No holy smoke | |
| What next, no sex | |
| That' s the end of the road | |
| We got no hope |
| zuò cí : Gillan, Glover, Lord, Morse ... | |
| I hear they' re trying to make us all the same | |
| It' s mind control by any other name | |
| Who' s gonna pay the price | |
| For this foolish paradise | |
| OhMomma don' t take that train | |
| I hear it said we' re headed too far south | |
| Chinese whispers go by word of mouth | |
| Rules for every size and shape | |
| The nag has gone, shut the gate | |
| Once you' re in you' re never getting out | |
| I' m so misunderstood | |
| There goes my manlihood | |
| She' s in my face again | |
| With that picture of innocence | |
| No drinks, No smokes | |
| No dicking around | |
| No dirty jokes | |
| Straight lace, straight face | |
| The old straight jacket | |
| We got no hope | |
| I hear they' re gonna try out something new | |
| I can feel it sticking to my shoe | |
| So this is what tomorrow holds | |
| Hopes and dreams are bought and sold | |
| But still the world is misty green and blue | |
| I', so misunderstood | |
| There goes my mannish boyhood | |
| She' s in my face again | |
| With that picture of innocence | |
| No deals, No strokes | |
| No forbidden fruit | |
| No holy smoke | |
| What next, no sex | |
| That' s the end of the road | |
| That' s the end of the road | |
| We got no hope | |
| No drinks, No smokes | |
| No dicking around | |
| No dirty jokes | |
| Straight lace, straight face | |
| The old straight jacket | |
| We got no hope | |
| No deals, No strokes | |
| No forbidden fruit | |
| No holy smoke | |
| What next, no sex | |
| That' s the end of the road | |
| We got no hope |