| Song | Dead Angels On Ice |
| Artist | Skyclad |
| Album | The Answer Machine? |
| 作词 : Walkyier | |
| Mother I'm so sorry for this thing | |
| I've gone and done, | |
| But surely you'll forgive me - after all | |
| I am your son. | |
| Live to race - thrill of the chase to me was all that mattered, | |
| As we crash | |
| I hit the dash - my baby face is shattered. | |
| We are dead angels - dead angels on ice. | |
| Once upon a | |
| Tyne we stood in line - | |
| Minds so numb and bored. | |
| Now we're lying still (always will), | |
| Just chillin' in the morgue. | |
| Kicking cans, little clans, windy streets, grey estates, | |
| We earn our wings and pluck harp strings - | |
| Ramraiding through the | |
| Pearly Gates. |
| zuò cí : Walkyier | |
| Mother I' m so sorry for this thing | |
| I' ve gone and done, | |
| But surely you' ll forgive me after all | |
| I am your son. | |
| Live to race thrill of the chase to me was all that mattered, | |
| As we crash | |
| I hit the dash my baby face is shattered. | |
| We are dead angels dead angels on ice. | |
| Once upon a | |
| Tyne we stood in line | |
| Minds so numb and bored. | |
| Now we' re lying still always will, | |
| Just chillin' in the morgue. | |
| Kicking cans, little clans, windy streets, grey estates, | |
| We earn our wings and pluck harp strings | |
| Ramraiding through the | |
| Pearly Gates. |