| Song | The Wake of the Medusa |
| Artist | The Pogues |
| Album | Hell's Ditch |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Finer | |
| The guests are stood in silence | |
| They stare and drink their wine | |
| On the wall the canvas hangs | |
| Frozen there in time | |
| They marvel at the beauty | |
| The horror and despair | |
| At the wake of the medusa | |
| No one shed a tear | |
| Sit my friends and listen | |
| Put your glasses down | |
| Sit my friends and listen | |
| To the voices of the drowned | |
| In the moonlight's ghostly glow | |
| I waken in a dream | |
| Once more upon that raft i stand | |
| Upon a raging sea | |
| In my ears the moans and screams | |
| Of the dying ring | |
| Somewhere in the darkness | |
| The siren softly sings | |
| Out there in the waves she stands | |
| And smiling there she calls | |
| As the lightning cracks the sky | |
| The wind begins to howl | |
| The architects of our doom | |
| Around their tables sit | |
| And in their thrones of power | |
| Condemn those they've cast adrift | |
| Echoes down the city street | |
| Their harpies laughter rings | |
| Waiting for the curtain call | |
| Oblivious in the wings | |
| The casket is empty | |
| Abandon ye all hope | |
| They ran off with the money | |
| And left us with the rope |
| zuo ci : Finer | |
| The guests are stood in silence | |
| They stare and drink their wine | |
| On the wall the canvas hangs | |
| Frozen there in time | |
| They marvel at the beauty | |
| The horror and despair | |
| At the wake of the medusa | |
| No one shed a tear | |
| Sit my friends and listen | |
| Put your glasses down | |
| Sit my friends and listen | |
| To the voices of the drowned | |
| In the moonlight' s ghostly glow | |
| I waken in a dream | |
| Once more upon that raft i stand | |
| Upon a raging sea | |
| In my ears the moans and screams | |
| Of the dying ring | |
| Somewhere in the darkness | |
| The siren softly sings | |
| Out there in the waves she stands | |
| And smiling there she calls | |
| As the lightning cracks the sky | |
| The wind begins to howl | |
| The architects of our doom | |
| Around their tables sit | |
| And in their thrones of power | |
| Condemn those they' ve cast adrift | |
| Echoes down the city street | |
| Their harpies laughter rings | |
| Waiting for the curtain call | |
| Oblivious in the wings | |
| The casket is empty | |
| Abandon ye all hope | |
| They ran off with the money | |
| And left us with the rope |
| zuò cí : Finer | |
| The guests are stood in silence | |
| They stare and drink their wine | |
| On the wall the canvas hangs | |
| Frozen there in time | |
| They marvel at the beauty | |
| The horror and despair | |
| At the wake of the medusa | |
| No one shed a tear | |
| Sit my friends and listen | |
| Put your glasses down | |
| Sit my friends and listen | |
| To the voices of the drowned | |
| In the moonlight' s ghostly glow | |
| I waken in a dream | |
| Once more upon that raft i stand | |
| Upon a raging sea | |
| In my ears the moans and screams | |
| Of the dying ring | |
| Somewhere in the darkness | |
| The siren softly sings | |
| Out there in the waves she stands | |
| And smiling there she calls | |
| As the lightning cracks the sky | |
| The wind begins to howl | |
| The architects of our doom | |
| Around their tables sit | |
| And in their thrones of power | |
| Condemn those they' ve cast adrift | |
| Echoes down the city street | |
| Their harpies laughter rings | |
| Waiting for the curtain call | |
| Oblivious in the wings | |
| The casket is empty | |
| Abandon ye all hope | |
| They ran off with the money | |
| And left us with the rope |