| Song | Up the Down Escalator |
| Artist | The Chameleons |
| Album | Script of the Bridge |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Burgess, Fielding, Lever ... | |
| I'm gazing at faces | |
| Staring blankly at me | |
| I suppose it's just a sign of the times | |
| They tell me tomorrow will never arrive | |
| But I've seen it end a million times | |
| I lost my direction while dodging the flak | |
| Oh give me a hint or something | |
| Now they can erase us | |
| At the flick of a switch | |
| How long will they wait | |
| No! | |
| There must be something wrong boys | |
| Obnoxious actions | |
| Obnoxious results | |
| Teachers who refuse to be taught | |
| Distorted pictures | |
| And dizzy, dizzy people | |
| Rush by me at the speed of thought | |
| Sitting at tables | |
| And throwing the scraps | |
| For Christ's' sake leave them something | |
| Now they can erase us | |
| At the flick of a switch | |
| Will they hesitate | |
| No! | |
| There must be something wrong boys | |
| They're dragging me down | |
| Eden | |
| There's no Eden, anyway. | |
| They're dragging me down | |
| You either swim or you drown |
| zuo ci : Burgess, Fielding, Lever ... | |
| I' m gazing at faces | |
| Staring blankly at me | |
| I suppose it' s just a sign of the times | |
| They tell me tomorrow will never arrive | |
| But I' ve seen it end a million times | |
| I lost my direction while dodging the flak | |
| Oh give me a hint or something | |
| Now they can erase us | |
| At the flick of a switch | |
| How long will they wait | |
| No! | |
| There must be something wrong boys | |
| Obnoxious actions | |
| Obnoxious results | |
| Teachers who refuse to be taught | |
| Distorted pictures | |
| And dizzy, dizzy people | |
| Rush by me at the speed of thought | |
| Sitting at tables | |
| And throwing the scraps | |
| For Christ' s' sake leave them something | |
| Now they can erase us | |
| At the flick of a switch | |
| Will they hesitate | |
| No! | |
| There must be something wrong boys | |
| They' re dragging me down | |
| Eden | |
| There' s no Eden, anyway. | |
| They' re dragging me down | |
| You either swim or you drown |
| zuò cí : Burgess, Fielding, Lever ... | |
| I' m gazing at faces | |
| Staring blankly at me | |
| I suppose it' s just a sign of the times | |
| They tell me tomorrow will never arrive | |
| But I' ve seen it end a million times | |
| I lost my direction while dodging the flak | |
| Oh give me a hint or something | |
| Now they can erase us | |
| At the flick of a switch | |
| How long will they wait | |
| No! | |
| There must be something wrong boys | |
| Obnoxious actions | |
| Obnoxious results | |
| Teachers who refuse to be taught | |
| Distorted pictures | |
| And dizzy, dizzy people | |
| Rush by me at the speed of thought | |
| Sitting at tables | |
| And throwing the scraps | |
| For Christ' s' sake leave them something | |
| Now they can erase us | |
| At the flick of a switch | |
| Will they hesitate | |
| No! | |
| There must be something wrong boys | |
| They' re dragging me down | |
| Eden | |
| There' s no Eden, anyway. | |
| They' re dragging me down | |
| You either swim or you drown |