| Song | Throwing the Election |
| Artist | Game Theory |
| Album | Tinker to Evers to Chance (Selected Highlights 1982-1989) |
| 作词 : Miller | |
| There's a light on the nineteenth floor tonight | |
| They don't know there won't even be a fight | |
| But they'll find out I've tired of all the things I've called my own | |
| When they go to the final mass alone | |
| Don't even waste the man-hours on us | |
| We are finding no solution | |
| Call all the boys in from the fighting fronts | |
| We have lost the revolution | |
| None of the soaring flight we dreamed | |
| Is any closer to perfection | |
| And all I want is one to fold my arms around | |
| We are throwing the election | |
| There's a light on in Joanie's room tonight | |
| And she won't sleep till summer's going right | |
| She thought she saw something that would lead her to believe | |
| I'm the kind who'll accept the strokes and leave | |
| Make me an offer, I don't waste them now | |
| We have no more fixed intentions | |
| Give all the faithful long-deserved rests | |
| We've abandoned our dissentions | |
| You could be one of someone's hundreds | |
| Who'll be chosen for affection | |
| And all I want is one to fold my arms around | |
| We are throwing the election | |
| I've got a feeling it's all rigged | |
| I've got a feeling it ended a long time ago | |
| Nobody tells me | |
| I've got a feeling it's over now | |
| I've got a feeling it's over now | |
| I've got a feeling the votes are in and I got none | |
| And all I want is one |
| zuò cí : Miller | |
| There' s a light on the nineteenth floor tonight | |
| They don' t know there won' t even be a fight | |
| But they' ll find out I' ve tired of all the things I' ve called my own | |
| When they go to the final mass alone | |
| Don' t even waste the manhours on us | |
| We are finding no solution | |
| Call all the boys in from the fighting fronts | |
| We have lost the revolution | |
| None of the soaring flight we dreamed | |
| Is any closer to perfection | |
| And all I want is one to fold my arms around | |
| We are throwing the election | |
| There' s a light on in Joanie' s room tonight | |
| And she won' t sleep till summer' s going right | |
| She thought she saw something that would lead her to believe | |
| I' m the kind who' ll accept the strokes and leave | |
| Make me an offer, I don' t waste them now | |
| We have no more fixed intentions | |
| Give all the faithful longdeserved rests | |
| We' ve abandoned our dissentions | |
| You could be one of someone' s hundreds | |
| Who' ll be chosen for affection | |
| And all I want is one to fold my arms around | |
| We are throwing the election | |
| I' ve got a feeling it' s all rigged | |
| I' ve got a feeling it ended a long time ago | |
| Nobody tells me | |
| I' ve got a feeling it' s over now | |
| I' ve got a feeling it' s over now | |
| I' ve got a feeling the votes are in and I got none | |
| And all I want is one |