| Song | In The Colosseum |
| Artist | Tom Waits |
| Album | Bone Machine |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Brennan, Waits | |
| The women all control their men | |
| With razors and with wrists | |
| And the princess squeezes grape juice | |
| On a torrid bloody kiss | |
| What will you be wearing there | |
| The lion or the raven hair? | |
| The flesh will all be tearing | |
| But the tail will be my own | |
| In the colosseum tonight | |
| This one's for the balcony | |
| And this one's for the floor | |
| As the senators decapitate | |
| The presidential whore | |
| The bald headed senators | |
| Are splashing in the blood | |
| The dogs are having someone | |
| Who is screaming in the mud | |
| In the colosseum tonight | |
| Now it's raining and it's pouring | |
| On the pillaging and goring | |
| The constable is swinging | |
| From the chains | |
| For the dead there is no story | |
| No memory no blame | |
| Their families shout blue murder | |
| But tomorrow it's the same | |
| In the colosseum | |
| A slowly acting poison | |
| Will be given to the favorite one | |
| The dark horse will bring glory | |
| To the jailer and his men | |
| It's always much more sporting | |
| When there's families in the pit | |
| And the madness of the crowd | |
| Is an epileptic fit | |
| In the colosseum | |
| No justice here, no liberty | |
| No reason, no blame | |
| There's no cause to taint the sweetest taste of blood | |
| And greetings from the nation | |
| As we shake the hands of time | |
| They're taking their ovations | |
| The vultures stay behind | |
| In the colosseum, in the colosseum | |
| In the colosseum tonight |
| zuo ci : Brennan, Waits | |
| The women all control their men | |
| With razors and with wrists | |
| And the princess squeezes grape juice | |
| On a torrid bloody kiss | |
| What will you be wearing there | |
| The lion or the raven hair? | |
| The flesh will all be tearing | |
| But the tail will be my own | |
| In the colosseum tonight | |
| This one' s for the balcony | |
| And this one' s for the floor | |
| As the senators decapitate | |
| The presidential whore | |
| The bald headed senators | |
| Are splashing in the blood | |
| The dogs are having someone | |
| Who is screaming in the mud | |
| In the colosseum tonight | |
| Now it' s raining and it' s pouring | |
| On the pillaging and goring | |
| The constable is swinging | |
| From the chains | |
| For the dead there is no story | |
| No memory no blame | |
| Their families shout blue murder | |
| But tomorrow it' s the same | |
| In the colosseum | |
| A slowly acting poison | |
| Will be given to the favorite one | |
| The dark horse will bring glory | |
| To the jailer and his men | |
| It' s always much more sporting | |
| When there' s families in the pit | |
| And the madness of the crowd | |
| Is an epileptic fit | |
| In the colosseum | |
| No justice here, no liberty | |
| No reason, no blame | |
| There' s no cause to taint the sweetest taste of blood | |
| And greetings from the nation | |
| As we shake the hands of time | |
| They' re taking their ovations | |
| The vultures stay behind | |
| In the colosseum, in the colosseum | |
| In the colosseum tonight |
| zuò cí : Brennan, Waits | |
| The women all control their men | |
| With razors and with wrists | |
| And the princess squeezes grape juice | |
| On a torrid bloody kiss | |
| What will you be wearing there | |
| The lion or the raven hair? | |
| The flesh will all be tearing | |
| But the tail will be my own | |
| In the colosseum tonight | |
| This one' s for the balcony | |
| And this one' s for the floor | |
| As the senators decapitate | |
| The presidential whore | |
| The bald headed senators | |
| Are splashing in the blood | |
| The dogs are having someone | |
| Who is screaming in the mud | |
| In the colosseum tonight | |
| Now it' s raining and it' s pouring | |
| On the pillaging and goring | |
| The constable is swinging | |
| From the chains | |
| For the dead there is no story | |
| No memory no blame | |
| Their families shout blue murder | |
| But tomorrow it' s the same | |
| In the colosseum | |
| A slowly acting poison | |
| Will be given to the favorite one | |
| The dark horse will bring glory | |
| To the jailer and his men | |
| It' s always much more sporting | |
| When there' s families in the pit | |
| And the madness of the crowd | |
| Is an epileptic fit | |
| In the colosseum | |
| No justice here, no liberty | |
| No reason, no blame | |
| There' s no cause to taint the sweetest taste of blood | |
| And greetings from the nation | |
| As we shake the hands of time | |
| They' re taking their ovations | |
| The vultures stay behind | |
| In the colosseum, in the colosseum | |
| In the colosseum tonight |