| Song | The Killing Jar - Royal Albert Hall, London- Recorded 12.9.88. |
| Artist | Siouxsie and the Banshees |
| Album | At The BBC |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Siouxsie & the Banshees | |
| Down where this ugly man | |
| Seeks his sustenance | |
| Down in the blue, midnight flare | |
| A glass hand cuts through the water | |
| Scything into his twisted roots | |
| Then from his eyes | |
| Spring fireflies | |
| Breathing life | |
| Into a roaring disguise | |
| Needles and sins, sins and needles | |
| He's gasping for air | |
| In the wishing well | |
| Dust to rust, ashes to gashes | |
| Hand around the killing jar | |
| A soft hoodwink of shadow | |
| The size of make-believe | |
| Punches through his spike of rage | |
| A glass hand cuts through the water | |
| Snuffing out the magic fury | |
| Then from inside | |
| Bolt lightning cries | |
| Swiftly crushed | |
| The final, muffled sighs | |
| Needles and sins, sins and needles | |
| He's gasping for air | |
| In the wishing well | |
| Dust to rust, ashes to gashes | |
| Hand around the killing jar |
| zuo ci : Siouxsie the Banshees | |
| Down where this ugly man | |
| Seeks his sustenance | |
| Down in the blue, midnight flare | |
| A glass hand cuts through the water | |
| Scything into his twisted roots | |
| Then from his eyes | |
| Spring fireflies | |
| Breathing life | |
| Into a roaring disguise | |
| Needles and sins, sins and needles | |
| He' s gasping for air | |
| In the wishing well | |
| Dust to rust, ashes to gashes | |
| Hand around the killing jar | |
| A soft hoodwink of shadow | |
| The size of makebelieve | |
| Punches through his spike of rage | |
| A glass hand cuts through the water | |
| Snuffing out the magic fury | |
| Then from inside | |
| Bolt lightning cries | |
| Swiftly crushed | |
| The final, muffled sighs | |
| Needles and sins, sins and needles | |
| He' s gasping for air | |
| In the wishing well | |
| Dust to rust, ashes to gashes | |
| Hand around the killing jar |
| zuò cí : Siouxsie the Banshees | |
| Down where this ugly man | |
| Seeks his sustenance | |
| Down in the blue, midnight flare | |
| A glass hand cuts through the water | |
| Scything into his twisted roots | |
| Then from his eyes | |
| Spring fireflies | |
| Breathing life | |
| Into a roaring disguise | |
| Needles and sins, sins and needles | |
| He' s gasping for air | |
| In the wishing well | |
| Dust to rust, ashes to gashes | |
| Hand around the killing jar | |
| A soft hoodwink of shadow | |
| The size of makebelieve | |
| Punches through his spike of rage | |
| A glass hand cuts through the water | |
| Snuffing out the magic fury | |
| Then from inside | |
| Bolt lightning cries | |
| Swiftly crushed | |
| The final, muffled sighs | |
| Needles and sins, sins and needles | |
| He' s gasping for air | |
| In the wishing well | |
| Dust to rust, ashes to gashes | |
| Hand around the killing jar |