| Song | Lord of the Incubus |
| Artist | Fruupp |
| Album | Future Legends |
| 作曲 : McCuster | |
| Hey mister won't you tell me, | |
| What is it that you see. | |
| Is there something over there, | |
| We're all too blind to see. | |
| I hope it's not old Juggernaut, | |
| who's come to feel his way. | |
| From things I've read, | |
| perhaps you've heard, | |
| he's death wrapped up in grey. | |
| It seems unwise to dexologise, | |
| when you don't know what's for sure. | |
| Be my friend and tell me please, | |
| is it death or is it more? | |
| He looks a lot like a phoenix flop, | |
| but he seems a friend to you. | |
| We don't know what's happening here, | |
| please tell us what to do? | |
| Come all aboard this crumbling ship, | |
| If you want to take my trips. | |
| For those of you who crawl in doubt, | |
| Least you scream within without. | |
| Conceal that artificial fuss. | |
| Do not neglect his eyes have sussed. | |
| For he's the Lord of the Incubus, | |
| And in his mind his dreams bring lust. |
| zuò qǔ : McCuster | |
| Hey mister won' t you tell me, | |
| What is it that you see. | |
| Is there something over there, | |
| We' re all too blind to see. | |
| I hope it' s not old Juggernaut, | |
| who' s come to feel his way. | |
| From things I' ve read, | |
| perhaps you' ve heard, | |
| he' s death wrapped up in grey. | |
| It seems unwise to dexologise, | |
| when you don' t know what' s for sure. | |
| Be my friend and tell me please, | |
| is it death or is it more? | |
| He looks a lot like a phoenix flop, | |
| but he seems a friend to you. | |
| We don' t know what' s happening here, | |
| please tell us what to do? | |
| Come all aboard this crumbling ship, | |
| If you want to take my trips. | |
| For those of you who crawl in doubt, | |
| Least you scream within without. | |
| Conceal that artificial fuss. | |
| Do not neglect his eyes have sussed. | |
| For he' s the Lord of the Incubus, | |
| And in his mind his dreams bring lust. |