| 作曲 : Bono & Gene Clark & Adam Clayton & Roger McGuinn & Larry Mullen & The Edge | |
| 作词 : Bono, Edge, U Two | |
| If Coke is a mystery | |
| Michael Jackson...History | |
| If beauty is truth | |
| And surgery the fountain of youth | |
| What am I to do | |
| Have I got the gift to get me through | |
| The gates of that mansion | |
| If OJ is more than a drink | |
| And a Big Mac bigger than you think | |
| If perfume is an obsession | |
| And talk shows, confession | |
| What have we got to lose | |
| Another push and we'll be through | |
| The gates of that mansion | |
| I never bought a Lotto ticket | |
| I never parked in anyone's space | |
| The banks feel like cathedrals | |
| I guess casinos took their place | |
| Love, come on down | |
| Don't wake her, she'll come around | |
| Chance is a kind of religion | |
| Where you're damned for plain hard luck | |
| I never did see that movie | |
| I never did read that book | |
| Love, come on down | |
| Let my numbers come around | |
| Don't know if I can hold on | |
| Don't know if I'm that strong | |
| Don't know if I can wait that long | |
| 'Til the colours come flashing | |
| And the lights go on | |
| Then will there be no time for sorrow | |
| Then will there be no time for shame | |
| And though I can't say why | |
| I know I've got to believe | |
| We'll go driving in that pool | |
| It's who you know that gets you through | |
| The gates of the Playboy mansion | |
| But they don't mention...the pain | |
| Then will there be no time for sorrow | |
| Then will there be no time for shame | |
| Then will there be no time for sorrow | |
| Then will there be no time for shame |
| zuo qu : Bono Gene Clark Adam Clayton Roger McGuinn Larry Mullen The Edge | |
| zuo ci : Bono, Edge, U Two | |
| If Coke is a mystery | |
| Michael Jackson... History | |
| If beauty is truth | |
| And surgery the fountain of youth | |
| What am I to do | |
| Have I got the gift to get me through | |
| The gates of that mansion | |
| If OJ is more than a drink | |
| And a Big Mac bigger than you think | |
| If perfume is an obsession | |
| And talk shows, confession | |
| What have we got to lose | |
| Another push and we' ll be through | |
| The gates of that mansion | |
| I never bought a Lotto ticket | |
| I never parked in anyone' s space | |
| The banks feel like cathedrals | |
| I guess casinos took their place | |
| Love, come on down | |
| Don' t wake her, she' ll come around | |
| Chance is a kind of religion | |
| Where you' re damned for plain hard luck | |
| I never did see that movie | |
| I never did read that book | |
| Love, come on down | |
| Let my numbers come around | |
| Don' t know if I can hold on | |
| Don' t know if I' m that strong | |
| Don' t know if I can wait that long | |
| ' Til the colours come flashing | |
| And the lights go on | |
| Then will there be no time for sorrow | |
| Then will there be no time for shame | |
| And though I can' t say why | |
| I know I' ve got to believe | |
| We' ll go driving in that pool | |
| It' s who you know that gets you through | |
| The gates of the Playboy mansion | |
| But they don' t mention... the pain | |
| Then will there be no time for sorrow | |
| Then will there be no time for shame | |
| Then will there be no time for sorrow | |
| Then will there be no time for shame |
| zuò qǔ : Bono Gene Clark Adam Clayton Roger McGuinn Larry Mullen The Edge | |
| zuò cí : Bono, Edge, U Two | |
| If Coke is a mystery | |
| Michael Jackson... History | |
| If beauty is truth | |
| And surgery the fountain of youth | |
| What am I to do | |
| Have I got the gift to get me through | |
| The gates of that mansion | |
| If OJ is more than a drink | |
| And a Big Mac bigger than you think | |
| If perfume is an obsession | |
| And talk shows, confession | |
| What have we got to lose | |
| Another push and we' ll be through | |
| The gates of that mansion | |
| I never bought a Lotto ticket | |
| I never parked in anyone' s space | |
| The banks feel like cathedrals | |
| I guess casinos took their place | |
| Love, come on down | |
| Don' t wake her, she' ll come around | |
| Chance is a kind of religion | |
| Where you' re damned for plain hard luck | |
| I never did see that movie | |
| I never did read that book | |
| Love, come on down | |
| Let my numbers come around | |
| Don' t know if I can hold on | |
| Don' t know if I' m that strong | |
| Don' t know if I can wait that long | |
| ' Til the colours come flashing | |
| And the lights go on | |
| Then will there be no time for sorrow | |
| Then will there be no time for shame | |
| And though I can' t say why | |
| I know I' ve got to believe | |
| We' ll go driving in that pool | |
| It' s who you know that gets you through | |
| The gates of the Playboy mansion | |
| But they don' t mention... the pain | |
| Then will there be no time for sorrow | |
| Then will there be no time for shame | |
| Then will there be no time for sorrow | |
| Then will there be no time for shame |