| 作词 : Campbell, Dee, Kilmister | |
| (Kilmister - Campbell - Dee) | |
| The golden eyed creature sits back on his throne | |
| Gazing at us in despair | |
| Six hundred guests, humanity's best | |
| Are wondering why they are there | |
| All roads lead here, all roads are burned | |
| Have we digested the things we have learned | |
| Have we a chance when the dead rise and dance | |
| Have we the time for the final romance | |
| We better find out the name of the game | |
| Chance of a future frozen and grim | |
| Or of a quick death brought here on a whim | |
| Why are we here does anyone know | |
| Why are we here at the terminal show | |
| The blind king has secrets dark and morose | |
| He'd like it if we were like him | |
| All the dark days spent in the maze | |
| Have made a new man of him | |
| All roads lead here, all roads are closed | |
| Are we quite certain of all that we know | |
| Are we miscast or do we hold fast | |
| Have we the time for the final repast | |
| We better find out | |
| The name of the game | |
| Chance of a new world sunny and fine | |
| Or of a burning a branded design | |
| Why are we here, we don't even know | |
| Why are we here at the terminal show | |
| The red queen is sleeping, lost in a dream | |
| She wakes an dshe sleeps all alone | |
| All of her fears are crowded in here | |
| Laughing they pick at her bones | |
| All roads lead here, none lead away | |
| Are we quire certain we're here anyway | |
| Have we been wise or are we despised | |
| Have we the time for our final demise | |
| We better find out | |
| The name of the game | |
| Chance of a lost world, rain and dismay | |
| Pick up your belongings, we all have to pay | |
| Why are the vultures circling above | |
| Why can't we fight for the right to our blood | |
| We are demented, everyone knows | |
| Misrepresented, coming to blows | |
| Why are we here, we don't even know | |
| Why are we here at the terminal show |
| zuo ci : Campbell, Dee, Kilmister | |
| Kilmister Campbell Dee | |
| The golden eyed creature sits back on his throne | |
| Gazing at us in despair | |
| Six hundred guests, humanity' s best | |
| Are wondering why they are there | |
| All roads lead here, all roads are burned | |
| Have we digested the things we have learned | |
| Have we a chance when the dead rise and dance | |
| Have we the time for the final romance | |
| We better find out the name of the game | |
| Chance of a future frozen and grim | |
| Or of a quick death brought here on a whim | |
| Why are we here does anyone know | |
| Why are we here at the terminal show | |
| The blind king has secrets dark and morose | |
| He' d like it if we were like him | |
| All the dark days spent in the maze | |
| Have made a new man of him | |
| All roads lead here, all roads are closed | |
| Are we quite certain of all that we know | |
| Are we miscast or do we hold fast | |
| Have we the time for the final repast | |
| We better find out | |
| The name of the game | |
| Chance of a new world sunny and fine | |
| Or of a burning a branded design | |
| Why are we here, we don' t even know | |
| Why are we here at the terminal show | |
| The red queen is sleeping, lost in a dream | |
| She wakes an dshe sleeps all alone | |
| All of her fears are crowded in here | |
| Laughing they pick at her bones | |
| All roads lead here, none lead away | |
| Are we quire certain we' re here anyway | |
| Have we been wise or are we despised | |
| Have we the time for our final demise | |
| We better find out | |
| The name of the game | |
| Chance of a lost world, rain and dismay | |
| Pick up your belongings, we all have to pay | |
| Why are the vultures circling above | |
| Why can' t we fight for the right to our blood | |
| We are demented, everyone knows | |
| Misrepresented, coming to blows | |
| Why are we here, we don' t even know | |
| Why are we here at the terminal show |
| zuò cí : Campbell, Dee, Kilmister | |
| Kilmister Campbell Dee | |
| The golden eyed creature sits back on his throne | |
| Gazing at us in despair | |
| Six hundred guests, humanity' s best | |
| Are wondering why they are there | |
| All roads lead here, all roads are burned | |
| Have we digested the things we have learned | |
| Have we a chance when the dead rise and dance | |
| Have we the time for the final romance | |
| We better find out the name of the game | |
| Chance of a future frozen and grim | |
| Or of a quick death brought here on a whim | |
| Why are we here does anyone know | |
| Why are we here at the terminal show | |
| The blind king has secrets dark and morose | |
| He' d like it if we were like him | |
| All the dark days spent in the maze | |
| Have made a new man of him | |
| All roads lead here, all roads are closed | |
| Are we quite certain of all that we know | |
| Are we miscast or do we hold fast | |
| Have we the time for the final repast | |
| We better find out | |
| The name of the game | |
| Chance of a new world sunny and fine | |
| Or of a burning a branded design | |
| Why are we here, we don' t even know | |
| Why are we here at the terminal show | |
| The red queen is sleeping, lost in a dream | |
| She wakes an dshe sleeps all alone | |
| All of her fears are crowded in here | |
| Laughing they pick at her bones | |
| All roads lead here, none lead away | |
| Are we quire certain we' re here anyway | |
| Have we been wise or are we despised | |
| Have we the time for our final demise | |
| We better find out | |
| The name of the game | |
| Chance of a lost world, rain and dismay | |
| Pick up your belongings, we all have to pay | |
| Why are the vultures circling above | |
| Why can' t we fight for the right to our blood | |
| We are demented, everyone knows | |
| Misrepresented, coming to blows | |
| Why are we here, we don' t even know | |
| Why are we here at the terminal show |
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