| Song | The Witch Doctor Life |
| Artist | Captain Beefheart |
| Album | Ice Cream For Crow |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : VanVliet | |
| When the Witch Doctor Life | |
| throws his silent bones | |
| some are crowned kings | |
| while others lose their thrones | |
| When the Witch Doctor Life | |
| throws his silent bones | |
| small 'O' mouths scream | |
| and run to Mama Kangaroo | |
| insecure pouches wherein hide | |
| beggars and drones | |
| and babies and bums and buzzards | |
| Mama crouches and smiles | |
| her old useful smile | |
| and old ego roars - laughs yesterday's gasses | |
| while children and angels gasp | |
| and follow a shepherd on crutches | |
| When the Witch Doctor Life | |
| throws his silent bones | |
| some flee the dream | |
| some turn to stone | |
| and the children sing | |
| and the heavens ring | |
| worn by the shepherd with the folded wings | |
| and the bones that sing of silence |
| zuo ci : VanVliet | |
| When the Witch Doctor Life | |
| throws his silent bones | |
| some are crowned kings | |
| while others lose their thrones | |
| When the Witch Doctor Life | |
| throws his silent bones | |
| small ' O' mouths scream | |
| and run to Mama Kangaroo | |
| insecure pouches wherein hide | |
| beggars and drones | |
| and babies and bums and buzzards | |
| Mama crouches and smiles | |
| her old useful smile | |
| and old ego roars laughs yesterday' s gasses | |
| while children and angels gasp | |
| and follow a shepherd on crutches | |
| When the Witch Doctor Life | |
| throws his silent bones | |
| some flee the dream | |
| some turn to stone | |
| and the children sing | |
| and the heavens ring | |
| worn by the shepherd with the folded wings | |
| and the bones that sing of silence |
| zuò cí : VanVliet | |
| When the Witch Doctor Life | |
| throws his silent bones | |
| some are crowned kings | |
| while others lose their thrones | |
| When the Witch Doctor Life | |
| throws his silent bones | |
| small ' O' mouths scream | |
| and run to Mama Kangaroo | |
| insecure pouches wherein hide | |
| beggars and drones | |
| and babies and bums and buzzards | |
| Mama crouches and smiles | |
| her old useful smile | |
| and old ego roars laughs yesterday' s gasses | |
| while children and angels gasp | |
| and follow a shepherd on crutches | |
| When the Witch Doctor Life | |
| throws his silent bones | |
| some flee the dream | |
| some turn to stone | |
| and the children sing | |
| and the heavens ring | |
| worn by the shepherd with the folded wings | |
| and the bones that sing of silence |