| Song | Theme For Thought |
| Artist | Virgin Prunes |
| Album | ....If I Die, I Die |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Virgin Prunes | |
| Should I talk the way you want me to talk | |
| Say the things the way you want to hear them | |
| I know a lot of people like that | |
| They talk in words but what do they mean | |
| [They think in words and words alone] | |
| When heart becomes a chain, painted like a whore | |
| [And sometimes, sometimes, words they betray me] | |
| [She says to me with her questionnaire | |
| “Answer this | |
| Take this one” | |
| I say one thing | |
| I say | |
| I say, I say… | |
| One thing] | |
| And I see her, see whore | |
| They cannot see what they don’t have so deny that time | |
| But there’s one thing, one thing I have, one thing I see | |
| Why should I be like you? | |
| Nothing is ever the way you say it is | |
| Nothing is ever the way you want it | |
| So don’t talk to me | |
| Don’t look at me | |
| But please stay with me | |
| “He didn’t wear his scarlet robe, for blood and wine are red | |
| And blood and wine were on his hands, when they found him with the dead | |
| The poor dead woman, whom he loved and murdered in her bed | |
| He walked amongst the trial men in a suit of shabby grey | |
| A cricket cap stood on his head and his step seemed light and gay | |
| Though I never saw a man look so wistfully at the day” | |
| I see your heaven, you see my hell | |
| Come see my heaven and I’ll show you, show you hell… | |
| [Life is a cabaret, come to the cabaret | |
| You are all invited, everone of you | |
| You can see how you can be | |
| You can talk | |
| You can sing | |
| While we pray | |
| While we, while we…] |
| zuo qu : Virgin Prunes | |
| Should I talk the way you want me to talk | |
| Say the things the way you want to hear them | |
| I know a lot of people like that | |
| They talk in words but what do they mean | |
| They think in words and words alone | |
| When heart becomes a chain, painted like a whore | |
| And sometimes, sometimes, words they betray me | |
| She says to me with her questionnaire | |
| " Answer this | |
| Take this one" | |
| I say one thing | |
| I say | |
| I say, I say | |
| One thing | |
| And I see her, see whore | |
| They cannot see what they don' t have so deny that time | |
| But there' s one thing, one thing I have, one thing I see | |
| Why should I be like you? | |
| Nothing is ever the way you say it is | |
| Nothing is ever the way you want it | |
| So don' t talk to me | |
| Don' t look at me | |
| But please stay with me | |
| " He didn' t wear his scarlet robe, for blood and wine are red | |
| And blood and wine were on his hands, when they found him with the dead | |
| The poor dead woman, whom he loved and murdered in her bed | |
| He walked amongst the trial men in a suit of shabby grey | |
| A cricket cap stood on his head and his step seemed light and gay | |
| Though I never saw a man look so wistfully at the day" | |
| I see your heaven, you see my hell | |
| Come see my heaven and I' ll show you, show you hell | |
| Life is a cabaret, come to the cabaret | |
| You are all invited, everone of you | |
| You can see how you can be | |
| You can talk | |
| You can sing | |
| While we pray | |
| While we, while we |
| zuò qǔ : Virgin Prunes | |
| Should I talk the way you want me to talk | |
| Say the things the way you want to hear them | |
| I know a lot of people like that | |
| They talk in words but what do they mean | |
| They think in words and words alone | |
| When heart becomes a chain, painted like a whore | |
| And sometimes, sometimes, words they betray me | |
| She says to me with her questionnaire | |
| " Answer this | |
| Take this one" | |
| I say one thing | |
| I say | |
| I say, I say | |
| One thing | |
| And I see her, see whore | |
| They cannot see what they don' t have so deny that time | |
| But there' s one thing, one thing I have, one thing I see | |
| Why should I be like you? | |
| Nothing is ever the way you say it is | |
| Nothing is ever the way you want it | |
| So don' t talk to me | |
| Don' t look at me | |
| But please stay with me | |
| " He didn' t wear his scarlet robe, for blood and wine are red | |
| And blood and wine were on his hands, when they found him with the dead | |
| The poor dead woman, whom he loved and murdered in her bed | |
| He walked amongst the trial men in a suit of shabby grey | |
| A cricket cap stood on his head and his step seemed light and gay | |
| Though I never saw a man look so wistfully at the day" | |
| I see your heaven, you see my hell | |
| Come see my heaven and I' ll show you, show you hell | |
| Life is a cabaret, come to the cabaret | |
| You are all invited, everone of you | |
| You can see how you can be | |
| You can talk | |
| You can sing | |
| While we pray | |
| While we, while we |