| Song | Queen Of Fortune |
| Artist | Monks of Doom |
| Album | Forgery |
| 作词 : Monks of Doom | |
| I said to the fortune teller | |
| Won't you please read me my cards | |
| She laid out the deck and asked me | |
| How I'd ever gotten this far? | |
| I was born by the sea of misfortune | |
| I was dragged by thte scruff of my neck | |
| Through the drought ravaged fields my house was built in | |
| Irrigated lawns in an orange sunset | |
| When I was grown I crawled out this city | |
| Covered by a blanket of smoke | |
| And I pulled myself up to higher ground | |
| To look around before I choked | |
| And now I'll fight both tooth and nail | |
| Until I get when I'm going to get | |
| I'll hang on with the jaws of a pit bull | |
| I won't let go of what my vision is | |
| I am the king of war | |
| I am a rotten dove | |
| I am the face of innocence lost | |
| I can't find a thing to love | |
| If you hear kicking or your hear screaming | |
| From the coast of the valley high | |
| And you hear of shootings or of beatings | |
| Do you try and shield your eye? | |
| Do you just chalk it up to a sign of the times? | |
| Do you talk about the fighting? | |
| Never stand up so much as feel uneasy | |
| Never speak up so much as think we're dreaming | |
| And I am the dream of a child | |
| I am the doors of the tor store open wide | |
| With my shelves picked clean and empty | |
| I am the dream of a child | |
| I was told what to be but not how to do it | |
| Told to believe but not ever why | |
| I go through days where it's always raining | |
| My common sense says the sun's in the sky | |
| Well is this faith to keep on trying | |
| Or am I a dog who knows when to die? | |
| I won't know a thing as my flesh turns to soil | |
| These days they just rush by | |
| I am the king of war | |
| I am a rotten dove | |
| I am the queen of your fortune | |
| And I am your blind, blind love | |
| I am the weight of your memory | |
| I am the shadow of fear | |
| I am the question of the future | |
| When your vision turns unclear |
| zuò cí : Monks of Doom | |
| I said to the fortune teller | |
| Won' t you please read me my cards | |
| She laid out the deck and asked me | |
| How I' d ever gotten this far? | |
| I was born by the sea of misfortune | |
| I was dragged by thte scruff of my neck | |
| Through the drought ravaged fields my house was built in | |
| Irrigated lawns in an orange sunset | |
| When I was grown I crawled out this city | |
| Covered by a blanket of smoke | |
| And I pulled myself up to higher ground | |
| To look around before I choked | |
| And now I' ll fight both tooth and nail | |
| Until I get when I' m going to get | |
| I' ll hang on with the jaws of a pit bull | |
| I won' t let go of what my vision is | |
| I am the king of war | |
| I am a rotten dove | |
| I am the face of innocence lost | |
| I can' t find a thing to love | |
| If you hear kicking or your hear screaming | |
| From the coast of the valley high | |
| And you hear of shootings or of beatings | |
| Do you try and shield your eye? | |
| Do you just chalk it up to a sign of the times? | |
| Do you talk about the fighting? | |
| Never stand up so much as feel uneasy | |
| Never speak up so much as think we' re dreaming | |
| And I am the dream of a child | |
| I am the doors of the tor store open wide | |
| With my shelves picked clean and empty | |
| I am the dream of a child | |
| I was told what to be but not how to do it | |
| Told to believe but not ever why | |
| I go through days where it' s always raining | |
| My common sense says the sun' s in the sky | |
| Well is this faith to keep on trying | |
| Or am I a dog who knows when to die? | |
| I won' t know a thing as my flesh turns to soil | |
| These days they just rush by | |
| I am the king of war | |
| I am a rotten dove | |
| I am the queen of your fortune | |
| And I am your blind, blind love | |
| I am the weight of your memory | |
| I am the shadow of fear | |
| I am the question of the future | |
| When your vision turns unclear |