| Song | Crying Like A Man |
| Artist | Joseph Arthur |
| Album | Big City Secrets |
| 作词 : Arthur | |
| You must destroy | |
| All who you employ | |
| To protect your last invention | |
| Work hard its destruction | |
| Ignore your good intention | |
| You must ignore the wrong voice | |
| Whose voice | |
| A peculiar choice | |
| Well i'm sure | |
| You and i can't remember | |
| Living like a backwards trainwreck | |
| Trying to disguise the deceit | |
| Intrinsic in our step | |
| When love's got us by the neck | |
| Why can't we just surrender | |
| I'll be quiet | |
| I won't wake you up | |
| Don't whine | |
| Drink wine | |
| Like terpentine | |
| Cleaning out your inside in line | |
| From your toes up through your spine | |
| Pretend you're a conductor | |
| Maestro without music | |
| God without man | |
| Me without you | |
| Holding your hand | |
| Falling like a leaf | |
| Crying like a man | |
| We silently confess through open eyes | |
| Setting fire to the web spun right behind | |
| In my mind's a spider | |
| And in your heart's a fly | |
| When you're meek you are malicious | |
| Somehow still suspicious | |
| Faithlessly religious |
| zuò cí : Arthur | |
| You must destroy | |
| All who you employ | |
| To protect your last invention | |
| Work hard its destruction | |
| Ignore your good intention | |
| You must ignore the wrong voice | |
| Whose voice | |
| A peculiar choice | |
| Well i' m sure | |
| You and i can' t remember | |
| Living like a backwards trainwreck | |
| Trying to disguise the deceit | |
| Intrinsic in our step | |
| When love' s got us by the neck | |
| Why can' t we just surrender | |
| I' ll be quiet | |
| I won' t wake you up | |
| Don' t whine | |
| Drink wine | |
| Like terpentine | |
| Cleaning out your inside in line | |
| From your toes up through your spine | |
| Pretend you' re a conductor | |
| Maestro without music | |
| God without man | |
| Me without you | |
| Holding your hand | |
| Falling like a leaf | |
| Crying like a man | |
| We silently confess through open eyes | |
| Setting fire to the web spun right behind | |
| In my mind' s a spider | |
| And in your heart' s a fly | |
| When you' re meek you are malicious | |
| Somehow still suspicious | |
| Faithlessly religious |