| Song | The Blue Mask |
| Artist | Lou Reed |
| Album | The Blue Mask |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Reed | |
| They tied his arms behind his back | |
| To teach him how to swim | |
| They put blood in his coffee | |
| And milk in his gin | |
| They stood over the soldier | |
| In the midst of the squalor | |
| There was war in his body | |
| And it caused his brain to holler | |
| Make the sacrifice | |
| Mutilate my face | |
| If you need someone to kill | |
| I'm a man without a will | |
| Wash the razor in the rain | |
| Let me luxuriate in pain | |
| Please don't set me free | |
| Death means a lot to me | |
| The pain was lean and it made him scream | |
| He knew he was alive | |
| He put a pin through the nipples on his chest | |
| He thought he was a saint | |
| I've made love to my mother, killed my father and brother | |
| What am i to do | |
| When a sin goes too far, it's like a runaway car | |
| It cannot be controlled | |
| Spit upon his face and scream | |
| There's no oedipus today | |
| This is no play you're thinking you are in | |
| What will you say | |
| Take the blue mask down from my face | |
| And look me in the eye | |
| I get a thrill from punishment | |
| I've always been that way | |
| I loathe and despise repentance | |
| You are permanently stained | |
| Your weakness buys indifference | |
| And indiscretion in the streets | |
| Dirty's what you are and clean is what you're not | |
| You deserve to be soundly beat | |
| Make the sacrifice | |
| Take it all the way | |
| There's no "won't" high enough | |
| To stop this desperate day | |
| Don't take death away | |
| Cut the finger at the joint | |
| Cut the stallion at his mount | |
| And stuff it in his mouth |
| zuo ci : Reed | |
| They tied his arms behind his back | |
| To teach him how to swim | |
| They put blood in his coffee | |
| And milk in his gin | |
| They stood over the soldier | |
| In the midst of the squalor | |
| There was war in his body | |
| And it caused his brain to holler | |
| Make the sacrifice | |
| Mutilate my face | |
| If you need someone to kill | |
| I' m a man without a will | |
| Wash the razor in the rain | |
| Let me luxuriate in pain | |
| Please don' t set me free | |
| Death means a lot to me | |
| The pain was lean and it made him scream | |
| He knew he was alive | |
| He put a pin through the nipples on his chest | |
| He thought he was a saint | |
| I' ve made love to my mother, killed my father and brother | |
| What am i to do | |
| When a sin goes too far, it' s like a runaway car | |
| It cannot be controlled | |
| Spit upon his face and scream | |
| There' s no oedipus today | |
| This is no play you' re thinking you are in | |
| What will you say | |
| Take the blue mask down from my face | |
| And look me in the eye | |
| I get a thrill from punishment | |
| I' ve always been that way | |
| I loathe and despise repentance | |
| You are permanently stained | |
| Your weakness buys indifference | |
| And indiscretion in the streets | |
| Dirty' s what you are and clean is what you' re not | |
| You deserve to be soundly beat | |
| Make the sacrifice | |
| Take it all the way | |
| There' s no " won' t" high enough | |
| To stop this desperate day | |
| Don' t take death away | |
| Cut the finger at the joint | |
| Cut the stallion at his mount | |
| And stuff it in his mouth |
| zuò cí : Reed | |
| They tied his arms behind his back | |
| To teach him how to swim | |
| They put blood in his coffee | |
| And milk in his gin | |
| They stood over the soldier | |
| In the midst of the squalor | |
| There was war in his body | |
| And it caused his brain to holler | |
| Make the sacrifice | |
| Mutilate my face | |
| If you need someone to kill | |
| I' m a man without a will | |
| Wash the razor in the rain | |
| Let me luxuriate in pain | |
| Please don' t set me free | |
| Death means a lot to me | |
| The pain was lean and it made him scream | |
| He knew he was alive | |
| He put a pin through the nipples on his chest | |
| He thought he was a saint | |
| I' ve made love to my mother, killed my father and brother | |
| What am i to do | |
| When a sin goes too far, it' s like a runaway car | |
| It cannot be controlled | |
| Spit upon his face and scream | |
| There' s no oedipus today | |
| This is no play you' re thinking you are in | |
| What will you say | |
| Take the blue mask down from my face | |
| And look me in the eye | |
| I get a thrill from punishment | |
| I' ve always been that way | |
| I loathe and despise repentance | |
| You are permanently stained | |
| Your weakness buys indifference | |
| And indiscretion in the streets | |
| Dirty' s what you are and clean is what you' re not | |
| You deserve to be soundly beat | |
| Make the sacrifice | |
| Take it all the way | |
| There' s no " won' t" high enough | |
| To stop this desperate day | |
| Don' t take death away | |
| Cut the finger at the joint | |
| Cut the stallion at his mount | |
| And stuff it in his mouth |