| Song | Flowers in the Forest |
| Artist | Southern Death Cult |
| Album | Southern Death Cult |
| 作词 : Astbury, Burroughs, Jepson ... | |
| Wait a minute my friend | |
| Don't pass me up for dead | |
| As Babylon crumbles to sand | |
| A flower blossoms in my hand | |
| The people drifting by | |
| Another day ends | |
| Another day ends | |
| An eventful day ends | |
| Why am I alive? | |
| See my ribbons flowing | |
| I don't wanna be like you | |
| Don't wannt be like you! | |
| There's no others | |
| There's no others | |
| We're burning up in here | |
| My body's burning | |
| We're burning up in here | |
| There's no others | |
| The voice of the people cry | |
| Drone on in monotone | |
| Here is the news | |
| It's all so sad | |
| On the black and white | |
| The diluted truth | |
| Pennies will make it pure again | |
| Pennies make it pure | |
| Don't ask me why | |
| People are drifiting by | |
| Indifferent to stormy skies | |
| Another day ends | |
| The last others fall down | |
| Another day ends | |
| Why am I alive? | |
| Why am I alive? | |
| See my ribbons flowing | |
| I don't wanna be like you | |
| Don't wanna be like you! | |
| There's no others | |
| There's no others | |
| There's no others | |
| There are no others in here | |
| There are no others in here | |
| Bleed me dry, well bleed me dry | |
| Bleed me dry, bleed us all dry |
| zuò cí : Astbury, Burroughs, Jepson ... | |
| Wait a minute my friend | |
| Don' t pass me up for dead | |
| As Babylon crumbles to sand | |
| A flower blossoms in my hand | |
| The people drifting by | |
| Another day ends | |
| Another day ends | |
| An eventful day ends | |
| Why am I alive? | |
| See my ribbons flowing | |
| I don' t wanna be like you | |
| Don' t wannt be like you! | |
| There' s no others | |
| There' s no others | |
| We' re burning up in here | |
| My body' s burning | |
| We' re burning up in here | |
| There' s no others | |
| The voice of the people cry | |
| Drone on in monotone | |
| Here is the news | |
| It' s all so sad | |
| On the black and white | |
| The diluted truth | |
| Pennies will make it pure again | |
| Pennies make it pure | |
| Don' t ask me why | |
| People are drifiting by | |
| Indifferent to stormy skies | |
| Another day ends | |
| The last others fall down | |
| Another day ends | |
| Why am I alive? | |
| Why am I alive? | |
| See my ribbons flowing | |
| I don' t wanna be like you | |
| Don' t wanna be like you! | |
| There' s no others | |
| There' s no others | |
| There' s no others | |
| There are no others in here | |
| There are no others in here | |
| Bleed me dry, well bleed me dry | |
| Bleed me dry, bleed us all dry |