| Song | Street War |
| Artist | Emerson, Lake & Palmer |
| Album | In The Hot Seat |
| 作词 : Emerson, Lake | |
| You can see it on the TV (or in a magazine) | |
| And you can read it in the headlines (it's bloody Halloween) | |
| Behind the politics of freedom (and burning gasoline) | |
| If we keep drivin' on this freeway , it's goodnight, Josephine. | |
| Eyes ablaze with virtue, they raise the sword of state | |
| But still I see no compromise, it's our heart upon the slate | |
| We're driven to the ledges, just one step to the wire | |
| We're under siege, it's face to face, one spark can start a fire. | |
| Street war, they're burning in the ghetto | |
| Street war, there's writing on the wall | |
| Street war, you can't paint over anger | |
| Street war, the rock's about to fall. | |
| You can dial up a murder (you're watchin' 911) | |
| Or you can tune into a psychic force, the mystery has just begun | |
| And if you wanna see the kids at school, you'd better take a gun | |
| There'll be a curfew in the dead of night until we see the risin' sun. | |
| Crazy-eyed fanatics, militia man invades | |
| Inspired by insanity to storm the barricades | |
| Where diamonds buy election, the soul of freedom bleeds | |
| For the martyr and the madman, it's the flame on which it feeds. | |
| Street war, we're blinded by ambition | |
| Street war, we turn the other cheek | |
| Street war, the guilty stand convicted | |
| Street war, by every word they speak. | |
| Street war, we're blinded by ambition | |
| Street war, we turn the other cheek | |
| Street war, the guilty stand convicted | |
| Street war, by every word they speak. | |
| Street war, it's trial by oppression | |
| Street war, we're strung out on a plate | |
| Street war, for every dream you vaporize | |
| Street war, you sow the seeds of hate. |
| zuò cí : Emerson, Lake | |
| You can see it on the TV or in a magazine | |
| And you can read it in the headlines it' s bloody Halloween | |
| Behind the politics of freedom and burning gasoline | |
| If we keep drivin' on this freeway , it' s goodnight, Josephine. | |
| Eyes ablaze with virtue, they raise the sword of state | |
| But still I see no compromise, it' s our heart upon the slate | |
| We' re driven to the ledges, just one step to the wire | |
| We' re under siege, it' s face to face, one spark can start a fire. | |
| Street war, they' re burning in the ghetto | |
| Street war, there' s writing on the wall | |
| Street war, you can' t paint over anger | |
| Street war, the rock' s about to fall. | |
| You can dial up a murder you' re watchin' 911 | |
| Or you can tune into a psychic force, the mystery has just begun | |
| And if you wanna see the kids at school, you' d better take a gun | |
| There' ll be a curfew in the dead of night until we see the risin' sun. | |
| Crazyeyed fanatics, militia man invades | |
| Inspired by insanity to storm the barricades | |
| Where diamonds buy election, the soul of freedom bleeds | |
| For the martyr and the madman, it' s the flame on which it feeds. | |
| Street war, we' re blinded by ambition | |
| Street war, we turn the other cheek | |
| Street war, the guilty stand convicted | |
| Street war, by every word they speak. | |
| Street war, we' re blinded by ambition | |
| Street war, we turn the other cheek | |
| Street war, the guilty stand convicted | |
| Street war, by every word they speak. | |
| Street war, it' s trial by oppression | |
| Street war, we' re strung out on a plate | |
| Street war, for every dream you vaporize | |
| Street war, you sow the seeds of hate. |