| Song | Worn Out Sole To Heel |
| Artist | Skyclad |
| Album | The Answer Machine? |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Walkyier | |
| It's a mountain that we all must climb, | |
| In giant leaps or one step at a time. | |
| I saw a fat, old money lender - shoes of silk and ermine, | |
| Laughing as they stambled on blistered feet rough shod. | |
| He never helped the poor and weak - viewed them all as vermin, | |
| So when he fell they passed him by and struggled up to god. | |
| Each of us must walk a different track - | |
| No sign to guide us and no turning back. [Chorus:] | |
| Humanity in motion - it's the pilgrimage eternal. | |
| Most are blind - | |
| But i suspect what rare few know is real. "You carry me, i'll carry you" this simple childish notion. | |
| A cable car to | |
| Shangrai-La, | |
| Your worn up soul to heal. | |
| The soldier boy is marching proud (with military precision) | |
| Kicking others from the path - so keen to reach the peak. | |
| Never will he get there with this tactical decision - | |
| He spends so much time fighting that each footstep takes a week. | |
| Carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero, | |
| Persta et obdura - omnia vincit amor! | |
| My money's on the holy man - just clad in sack and sandals | |
| Heard a small child crying there - so turned around and stopped. | |
| Like a beacon now he shines (bright as a million candles) | |
| Alone upon the summit when the selfish have all dropped. | |
| It's no contest - but we still race there | |
| Like the saintly tortoise and the godless hare. | |
| Humanity in motion - it's the pilgrimage eternal. | |
| Most are blind - | |
| But i suspect what rare few know is real. "You carry me, i'll carry you" this simple childish notion. | |
| A cable car to | |
| Shangrai - | |
| La, Your worn up soul to heal. | |
| You're worn up sole to heal, | |
| Your worn up soul too ... | |
| Heal your worn up soul. |
| zuo ci : Walkyier | |
| It' s a mountain that we all must climb, | |
| In giant leaps or one step at a time. | |
| I saw a fat, old money lender shoes of silk and ermine, | |
| Laughing as they stambled on blistered feet rough shod. | |
| He never helped the poor and weak viewed them all as vermin, | |
| So when he fell they passed him by and struggled up to god. | |
| Each of us must walk a different track | |
| No sign to guide us and no turning back. Chorus: | |
| Humanity in motion it' s the pilgrimage eternal. | |
| Most are blind | |
| But i suspect what rare few know is real. " You carry me, i' ll carry you" this simple childish notion. | |
| A cable car to | |
| ShangraiLa, | |
| Your worn up soul to heal. | |
| The soldier boy is marching proud with military precision | |
| Kicking others from the path so keen to reach the peak. | |
| Never will he get there with this tactical decision | |
| He spends so much time fighting that each footstep takes a week. | |
| Carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero, | |
| Persta et obdura omnia vincit amor! | |
| My money' s on the holy man just clad in sack and sandals | |
| Heard a small child crying there so turned around and stopped. | |
| Like a beacon now he shines bright as a million candles | |
| Alone upon the summit when the selfish have all dropped. | |
| It' s no contest but we still race there | |
| Like the saintly tortoise and the godless hare. | |
| Humanity in motion it' s the pilgrimage eternal. | |
| Most are blind | |
| But i suspect what rare few know is real. " You carry me, i' ll carry you" this simple childish notion. | |
| A cable car to | |
| Shangrai | |
| La, Your worn up soul to heal. | |
| You' re worn up sole to heal, | |
| Your worn up soul too ... | |
| Heal your worn up soul. |
| zuò cí : Walkyier | |
| It' s a mountain that we all must climb, | |
| In giant leaps or one step at a time. | |
| I saw a fat, old money lender shoes of silk and ermine, | |
| Laughing as they stambled on blistered feet rough shod. | |
| He never helped the poor and weak viewed them all as vermin, | |
| So when he fell they passed him by and struggled up to god. | |
| Each of us must walk a different track | |
| No sign to guide us and no turning back. Chorus: | |
| Humanity in motion it' s the pilgrimage eternal. | |
| Most are blind | |
| But i suspect what rare few know is real. " You carry me, i' ll carry you" this simple childish notion. | |
| A cable car to | |
| ShangraiLa, | |
| Your worn up soul to heal. | |
| The soldier boy is marching proud with military precision | |
| Kicking others from the path so keen to reach the peak. | |
| Never will he get there with this tactical decision | |
| He spends so much time fighting that each footstep takes a week. | |
| Carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero, | |
| Persta et obdura omnia vincit amor! | |
| My money' s on the holy man just clad in sack and sandals | |
| Heard a small child crying there so turned around and stopped. | |
| Like a beacon now he shines bright as a million candles | |
| Alone upon the summit when the selfish have all dropped. | |
| It' s no contest but we still race there | |
| Like the saintly tortoise and the godless hare. | |
| Humanity in motion it' s the pilgrimage eternal. | |
| Most are blind | |
| But i suspect what rare few know is real. " You carry me, i' ll carry you" this simple childish notion. | |
| A cable car to | |
| Shangrai | |
| La, Your worn up soul to heal. | |
| You' re worn up sole to heal, | |
| Your worn up soul too ... | |
| Heal your worn up soul. |