| Song | The Lyre Of Orpheus |
| Artist | Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds |
| Album | Abattoir Blues/The Lyre of Orpheus |
| 作词 : Casey, Cave, Ellis, Sclavunos | |
| Orpheus sat gloomy in his garden shed | |
| Wondering what to do | |
| With a lump of wood, a piece of wire | |
| And a little pot of glue | |
| O Mamma O | |
| Mamma He sawed at the wood with half a heart | |
| And glued it top to bottom | |
| He strung a wire in between | |
| He was feeling something rotten | |
| O Mamma O | |
| Mamma Orpheus looked at his instrument | |
| And he gave the wire a pluck | |
| He heard a sound so beautiful | |
| He gasped and said | |
| O my God O | |
| Mamma O Mamma | |
| He rushed inside to tell his wife | |
| He went racing down the halls | |
| Eurydice was still asleep in bed | |
| Like a sack of cannonballs | |
| O Mamma O | |
| Mamma Look what | |
| I've made, cried | |
| Orpheus And he plucked a gentle note | |
| Eurydice's eyes popped from their sockets | |
| And her tongue burst through her throat | |
| O Mamma O | |
| Mamma O God, what have | |
| I done, he said | |
| As her blood pooled in the sheets | |
| But in his heart he felt a bliss | |
| With which nothing could compete | |
| O Mamma O | |
| Mamma Orpheus went leaping through the fields | |
| Strumming as hard as he did please | |
| Birdies detonated in the sky | |
| Bunnies dashed their brains out on the trees | |
| O Mamma O | |
| Mamma Orpheus strummed till his fingers bled | |
| He hit a G minor 7 | |
| He woke up | |
| God from a deep, deep sleep | |
| God was a major player in heaven | |
| O Mamma O | |
| Mamma God picked up a giant hammer | |
| And He threw it with an thunderous yell | |
| It smashed down hard on | |
| Orpheus' head | |
| And knocked him down a well | |
| O Mamma O | |
| Mamma The well went down very deep | |
| Very deep went down the well | |
| The well went down so very deep | |
| Well, the well went down to hell | |
| O Mamma O | |
| Mamma Poor | |
| Orpheus woke up with a start | |
| All amongst the rotting dead | |
| His lyre tacked safe under his arm | |
| His brains all down his head | |
| O Mamma O | |
| Mamma Eurydice appeared brindled in blood | |
| And she said to | |
| Orpheus If you play that fucking thing down here | |
| I'll stick it up your orifice! | |
| O Mamma O | |
| Mamma This lyre lark is for the birds, said | |
| Orpheus It's enough to send you bats | |
| Let's stay down here, | |
| Eurydice, dear | |
| And we'll have a bunch of screaming brats | |
| O Mamma O | |
| Mamma Orpheus picked up his lyre for the last time | |
| He was on a real low down bummer | |
| And stared deep into the abyss and said | |
| This one is for | |
| Mamma O Mamma | |
| O Mamma O | |
| Mamma O Mamma |
| zuò cí : Casey, Cave, Ellis, Sclavunos | |
| Orpheus sat gloomy in his garden shed | |
| Wondering what to do | |
| With a lump of wood, a piece of wire | |
| And a little pot of glue | |
| O Mamma O | |
| Mamma He sawed at the wood with half a heart | |
| And glued it top to bottom | |
| He strung a wire in between | |
| He was feeling something rotten | |
| O Mamma O | |
| Mamma Orpheus looked at his instrument | |
| And he gave the wire a pluck | |
| He heard a sound so beautiful | |
| He gasped and said | |
| O my God O | |
| Mamma O Mamma | |
| He rushed inside to tell his wife | |
| He went racing down the halls | |
| Eurydice was still asleep in bed | |
| Like a sack of cannonballs | |
| O Mamma O | |
| Mamma Look what | |
| I' ve made, cried | |
| Orpheus And he plucked a gentle note | |
| Eurydice' s eyes popped from their sockets | |
| And her tongue burst through her throat | |
| O Mamma O | |
| Mamma O God, what have | |
| I done, he said | |
| As her blood pooled in the sheets | |
| But in his heart he felt a bliss | |
| With which nothing could compete | |
| O Mamma O | |
| Mamma Orpheus went leaping through the fields | |
| Strumming as hard as he did please | |
| Birdies detonated in the sky | |
| Bunnies dashed their brains out on the trees | |
| O Mamma O | |
| Mamma Orpheus strummed till his fingers bled | |
| He hit a G minor 7 | |
| He woke up | |
| God from a deep, deep sleep | |
| God was a major player in heaven | |
| O Mamma O | |
| Mamma God picked up a giant hammer | |
| And He threw it with an thunderous yell | |
| It smashed down hard on | |
| Orpheus' head | |
| And knocked him down a well | |
| O Mamma O | |
| Mamma The well went down very deep | |
| Very deep went down the well | |
| The well went down so very deep | |
| Well, the well went down to hell | |
| O Mamma O | |
| Mamma Poor | |
| Orpheus woke up with a start | |
| All amongst the rotting dead | |
| His lyre tacked safe under his arm | |
| His brains all down his head | |
| O Mamma O | |
| Mamma Eurydice appeared brindled in blood | |
| And she said to | |
| Orpheus If you play that fucking thing down here | |
| I' ll stick it up your orifice! | |
| O Mamma O | |
| Mamma This lyre lark is for the birds, said | |
| Orpheus It' s enough to send you bats | |
| Let' s stay down here, | |
| Eurydice, dear | |
| And we' ll have a bunch of screaming brats | |
| O Mamma O | |
| Mamma Orpheus picked up his lyre for the last time | |
| He was on a real low down bummer | |
| And stared deep into the abyss and said | |
| This one is for | |
| Mamma O Mamma | |
| O Mamma O | |
| Mamma O Mamma |