| Song | Helpless Dancer |
| Artist | The Who |
| Album | Quadrophenia (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Townshend | |
| 作词 : Townshend | |
| (Roger's theme) When a man is running from his boss | |
| Who hold a gun that fires 'cost' | |
| And people die from being cold | |
| Or left alone because they're old | |
| And bombs are dropped on fighting cats | |
| And children's dreams are run with rats | |
| If you complain you disappear | |
| Just like the lesbians and queers | |
| No one can love without the grace | |
| Of some unseen and distant face | |
| And you get beaten up by blacks | |
| Who though they worked still got the sack | |
| And when your soul tells you to hide | |
| Your very right to die denied | |
| And in the battle on the streets | |
| You fight computers and receipts | |
| And when a man is trying to change | |
| But only causes further pain | |
| You realize that all along | |
| Something in us going wrong... | |
| You stop dancing. |
| zuo qu : Townshend | |
| zuo ci : Townshend | |
| Roger' s theme When a man is running from his boss | |
| Who hold a gun that fires ' cost' | |
| And people die from being cold | |
| Or left alone because they' re old | |
| And bombs are dropped on fighting cats | |
| And children' s dreams are run with rats | |
| If you complain you disappear | |
| Just like the lesbians and queers | |
| No one can love without the grace | |
| Of some unseen and distant face | |
| And you get beaten up by blacks | |
| Who though they worked still got the sack | |
| And when your soul tells you to hide | |
| Your very right to die denied | |
| And in the battle on the streets | |
| You fight computers and receipts | |
| And when a man is trying to change | |
| But only causes further pain | |
| You realize that all along | |
| Something in us going wrong... | |
| You stop dancing. |
| zuò qǔ : Townshend | |
| zuò cí : Townshend | |
| Roger' s theme When a man is running from his boss | |
| Who hold a gun that fires ' cost' | |
| And people die from being cold | |
| Or left alone because they' re old | |
| And bombs are dropped on fighting cats | |
| And children' s dreams are run with rats | |
| If you complain you disappear | |
| Just like the lesbians and queers | |
| No one can love without the grace | |
| Of some unseen and distant face | |
| And you get beaten up by blacks | |
| Who though they worked still got the sack | |
| And when your soul tells you to hide | |
| Your very right to die denied | |
| And in the battle on the streets | |
| You fight computers and receipts | |
| And when a man is trying to change | |
| But only causes further pain | |
| You realize that all along | |
| Something in us going wrong... | |
| You stop dancing. |