| Song | Regal Zone |
| Artist | Siouxsie and the Banshees |
| Album | Join Hands |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : McKay, Morris, Severin ... | |
| Coronets rest on a death's head mask | |
| No-one is safe while the curfew lasts | |
| But crusted orbs glitter, sceptres gleam | |
| While helmets of blood fill the screen | |
| They look away | |
| And then they say: | |
| "for the good of the land | |
| For the love of the man" | |
| Standing alone sitting alone | |
| On the throne of the regal zone | |
| Old limbs hang in the torture room | |
| While old kings hang in the portrait room | |
| Their noble eyes gaze on the uneasy dance | |
| Of the squirming body on the marble plate | |
| They look away | |
| And then they say: | |
| "for the good of the land | |
| For the love of the man" | |
| Standing alone sitting alone | |
| On the throne of the regal zone |
| zuo ci : McKay, Morris, Severin ... | |
| Coronets rest on a death' s head mask | |
| Noone is safe while the curfew lasts | |
| But crusted orbs glitter, sceptres gleam | |
| While helmets of blood fill the screen | |
| They look away | |
| And then they say: | |
| " for the good of the land | |
| For the love of the man" | |
| Standing alone sitting alone | |
| On the throne of the regal zone | |
| Old limbs hang in the torture room | |
| While old kings hang in the portrait room | |
| Their noble eyes gaze on the uneasy dance | |
| Of the squirming body on the marble plate | |
| They look away | |
| And then they say: | |
| " for the good of the land | |
| For the love of the man" | |
| Standing alone sitting alone | |
| On the throne of the regal zone |
| zuò cí : McKay, Morris, Severin ... | |
| Coronets rest on a death' s head mask | |
| Noone is safe while the curfew lasts | |
| But crusted orbs glitter, sceptres gleam | |
| While helmets of blood fill the screen | |
| They look away | |
| And then they say: | |
| " for the good of the land | |
| For the love of the man" | |
| Standing alone sitting alone | |
| On the throne of the regal zone | |
| Old limbs hang in the torture room | |
| While old kings hang in the portrait room | |
| Their noble eyes gaze on the uneasy dance | |
| Of the squirming body on the marble plate | |
| They look away | |
| And then they say: | |
| " for the good of the land | |
| For the love of the man" | |
| Standing alone sitting alone | |
| On the throne of the regal zone |