| Song | Manup |
| Artist | Todd Rundgren |
| Album | Arena |
| 作曲 : Rundgren | |
| ManupThere's a cloud in the distance | |
| Rising from the dunes | |
| Ten thousand riders | |
| Blaze a trail of ruins | |
| No doubt about it | |
| They're headed this way | |
| Who will protect us on a judgement day? | |
| Some are unready, some are unwilling | |
| Hiding amongst the women and children | |
| Rousing the rabble from under the bed | |
| I'm calling you by name to bite the bullet | |
| ManupWe didn't want no trouble | |
| But trouble's what we have | |
| You call it paranoia | |
| And have yourself a laugh | |
| And avoid the confrontation | |
| Until some other year | |
| Somebody call the boys cause there's no men in here | |
| Some are unready, some are unwilling | |
| Some are still able but ain't got the feeling | |
| Talking real loud at the back of the crowd | |
| I'm calling you by name to bite the bullet | |
| ManupListen to me my friend | |
| What you will not defend | |
| Somebody else will end up takin' | |
| And when the famine comes | |
| You think they'll just give you some | |
| But if you believe that | |
| You're mistaken |
| zuò qǔ : Rundgren | |
| ManupThere' s a cloud in the distance | |
| Rising from the dunes | |
| Ten thousand riders | |
| Blaze a trail of ruins | |
| No doubt about it | |
| They' re headed this way | |
| Who will protect us on a judgement day? | |
| Some are unready, some are unwilling | |
| Hiding amongst the women and children | |
| Rousing the rabble from under the bed | |
| I' m calling you by name to bite the bullet | |
| ManupWe didn' t want no trouble | |
| But trouble' s what we have | |
| You call it paranoia | |
| And have yourself a laugh | |
| And avoid the confrontation | |
| Until some other year | |
| Somebody call the boys cause there' s no men in here | |
| Some are unready, some are unwilling | |
| Some are still able but ain' t got the feeling | |
| Talking real loud at the back of the crowd | |
| I' m calling you by name to bite the bullet | |
| ManupListen to me my friend | |
| What you will not defend | |
| Somebody else will end up takin' | |
| And when the famine comes | |
| You think they' ll just give you some | |
| But if you believe that | |
| You' re mistaken |