| Song | Broadcast At Midday |
| Artist | Monks of Doom |
| Album | The Cosmodemonic Telegraph Company |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Immergluck, Krummenacher ... | |
| Laughter on his breath | |
| The smell of fish clandestine hits | |
| The thief he will aspire | |
| To take the piece that he desires | |
| Contempt for the rest | |
| Know his past and second guess | |
| Still it's on his shirt | |
| The telltale signs with which he flirts | |
| And it's on the radio today | |
| Ringing in your ears it's in the way | |
| He won't be coming out today | |
| From the void into the fray | |
| From a broken egg the storm is born today | |
| Eyes blind with rage | |
| The deep caress of hell to pay | |
| She is all the world to all of me | |
| She is fascination clandestine | |
| She is burning now | |
| Brilliant flames from off the bow | |
| He is on the deck | |
| Sailing towards untouched points west | |
| She will return | |
| Deep within our veins | |
| We'll add it to our tab and wash away | |
| She is now omnipotent to me | |
| Everywhere in all i think and see | |
| And it's on the radio today | |
| Ringing in your ears it's in the way | |
| I wonder what she'd say | |
| But her face is just a memory | |
| And she hasn't got the new york times to read | |
| If may could see today | |
| If may could speak today | |
| I know just what she's say | |
| To lots of folks you may be a saint | |
| But a death threat still makes you feel faint | |
| If may could speak today | |
| But the worms just eat away | |
| What may was yesterday |
| zuo ci : Immergluck, Krummenacher ... | |
| Laughter on his breath | |
| The smell of fish clandestine hits | |
| The thief he will aspire | |
| To take the piece that he desires | |
| Contempt for the rest | |
| Know his past and second guess | |
| Still it' s on his shirt | |
| The telltale signs with which he flirts | |
| And it' s on the radio today | |
| Ringing in your ears it' s in the way | |
| He won' t be coming out today | |
| From the void into the fray | |
| From a broken egg the storm is born today | |
| Eyes blind with rage | |
| The deep caress of hell to pay | |
| She is all the world to all of me | |
| She is fascination clandestine | |
| She is burning now | |
| Brilliant flames from off the bow | |
| He is on the deck | |
| Sailing towards untouched points west | |
| She will return | |
| Deep within our veins | |
| We' ll add it to our tab and wash away | |
| She is now omnipotent to me | |
| Everywhere in all i think and see | |
| And it' s on the radio today | |
| Ringing in your ears it' s in the way | |
| I wonder what she' d say | |
| But her face is just a memory | |
| And she hasn' t got the new york times to read | |
| If may could see today | |
| If may could speak today | |
| I know just what she' s say | |
| To lots of folks you may be a saint | |
| But a death threat still makes you feel faint | |
| If may could speak today | |
| But the worms just eat away | |
| What may was yesterday |
| zuò cí : Immergluck, Krummenacher ... | |
| Laughter on his breath | |
| The smell of fish clandestine hits | |
| The thief he will aspire | |
| To take the piece that he desires | |
| Contempt for the rest | |
| Know his past and second guess | |
| Still it' s on his shirt | |
| The telltale signs with which he flirts | |
| And it' s on the radio today | |
| Ringing in your ears it' s in the way | |
| He won' t be coming out today | |
| From the void into the fray | |
| From a broken egg the storm is born today | |
| Eyes blind with rage | |
| The deep caress of hell to pay | |
| She is all the world to all of me | |
| She is fascination clandestine | |
| She is burning now | |
| Brilliant flames from off the bow | |
| He is on the deck | |
| Sailing towards untouched points west | |
| She will return | |
| Deep within our veins | |
| We' ll add it to our tab and wash away | |
| She is now omnipotent to me | |
| Everywhere in all i think and see | |
| And it' s on the radio today | |
| Ringing in your ears it' s in the way | |
| I wonder what she' d say | |
| But her face is just a memory | |
| And she hasn' t got the new york times to read | |
| If may could see today | |
| If may could speak today | |
| I know just what she' s say | |
| To lots of folks you may be a saint | |
| But a death threat still makes you feel faint | |
| If may could speak today | |
| But the worms just eat away | |
| What may was yesterday |