| 作曲 : Mike Mills/Peter Buck/Michael Stipe | |
| I'll take the position | |
| assume the missionary part | |
| you work by committee, | |
| you had me pegged from the start. | |
| I'll be pounce pony, | |
| phony maroney, | |
| pony before the cart. | |
| I'll be pounce pony. | |
| this ceremony | |
| only fills my heart. | |
| who cast the final stone? | |
| who threw the crushing blow? | |
| someone has to take the fall | |
| why not me? | |
| a punch toy volunteer | |
| a weakling on its knee. | |
| is all you want to hear | |
| and all you want to see. | |
| romantically, you'd martyr me | |
| and miss this story's point | |
| it is my strength, my destiny | |
| this is the role that I have chosen. | |
| who cast the final stone? | |
| who threw the crushing blow? | |
| someone has to take the fall | |
| why not me? | |
| gentlemen mark your opponents | |
| fire into your own ranks. | |
| pick the weakest as strategic | |
| move. square off. to | |
| meet your enemy. | |
| for each and every gathering | |
| a scapegoat falls to climb. | |
| as I step forward, silently. | |
| deliberately mine | |
| who cast the final stone? | |
| who threw the crushing blow? | |
| someone has to take the fall | |
| why not me? why not me. | |
| had consequence chose differently | |
| had fate its ugly head | |
| my actions make me beautiful | |
| and dignify the flesh | |
| me. I am free. free. |
| zuo qu : Mike Mills Peter Buck Michael Stipe | |
| I' ll take the position | |
| assume the missionary part | |
| you work by committee, | |
| you had me pegged from the start. | |
| I' ll be pounce pony, | |
| phony maroney, | |
| pony before the cart. | |
| I' ll be pounce pony. | |
| this ceremony | |
| only fills my heart. | |
| who cast the final stone? | |
| who threw the crushing blow? | |
| someone has to take the fall | |
| why not me? | |
| a punch toy volunteer | |
| a weakling on its knee. | |
| is all you want to hear | |
| and all you want to see. | |
| romantically, you' d martyr me | |
| and miss this story' s point | |
| it is my strength, my destiny | |
| this is the role that I have chosen. | |
| who cast the final stone? | |
| who threw the crushing blow? | |
| someone has to take the fall | |
| why not me? | |
| gentlemen mark your opponents | |
| fire into your own ranks. | |
| pick the weakest as strategic | |
| move. square off. to | |
| meet your enemy. | |
| for each and every gathering | |
| a scapegoat falls to climb. | |
| as I step forward, silently. | |
| deliberately mine | |
| who cast the final stone? | |
| who threw the crushing blow? | |
| someone has to take the fall | |
| why not me? why not me. | |
| had consequence chose differently | |
| had fate its ugly head | |
| my actions make me beautiful | |
| and dignify the flesh | |
| me. I am free. free. |
| zuò qǔ : Mike Mills Peter Buck Michael Stipe | |
| I' ll take the position | |
| assume the missionary part | |
| you work by committee, | |
| you had me pegged from the start. | |
| I' ll be pounce pony, | |
| phony maroney, | |
| pony before the cart. | |
| I' ll be pounce pony. | |
| this ceremony | |
| only fills my heart. | |
| who cast the final stone? | |
| who threw the crushing blow? | |
| someone has to take the fall | |
| why not me? | |
| a punch toy volunteer | |
| a weakling on its knee. | |
| is all you want to hear | |
| and all you want to see. | |
| romantically, you' d martyr me | |
| and miss this story' s point | |
| it is my strength, my destiny | |
| this is the role that I have chosen. | |
| who cast the final stone? | |
| who threw the crushing blow? | |
| someone has to take the fall | |
| why not me? | |
| gentlemen mark your opponents | |
| fire into your own ranks. | |
| pick the weakest as strategic | |
| move. square off. to | |
| meet your enemy. | |
| for each and every gathering | |
| a scapegoat falls to climb. | |
| as I step forward, silently. | |
| deliberately mine | |
| who cast the final stone? | |
| who threw the crushing blow? | |
| someone has to take the fall | |
| why not me? why not me. | |
| had consequence chose differently | |
| had fate its ugly head | |
| my actions make me beautiful | |
| and dignify the flesh | |
| me. I am free. free. |