| Song | Red Right Hand [Scream 3 version] |
| Artist | Nick Cave |
| Artist | The Bad Seeds |
| Album | B-Sides & Rarities |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Mick Harvey/Nick Cave/Thomas Wydler | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| Take a little walk to the edge of town | |
| Now spread your wings and fly | |
| Don't the lights of the city look so damn pretty | |
| When you're flying so high? | |
| It's hard to know 'bout the down-below | |
| The streets, babe, are swimming deep in blood | |
| It seems | |
| To make a grown man cry | |
| You really wanna know what's wrong with this land? | |
| Just scratch your head with your red right hand | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| You see, everyone's a liar, babe, and that's the truth | |
| I said everyone's a liar, baby, and I got the proof | |
| You got a new boy, you feel you're in with a chance | |
| You think you're in his arms but you're in his hands | |
| But still he seems so cute and true and groovy | |
| But get that boy up on the stand | |
| And watch him raise his red right hand | |
| [Verse 3] | |
| Move your hips, babe, move your thighs | |
| Use your lips, babe, conceal his prize | |
| He's tracing a tiny finger down your spine | |
| He's leaving behind a thin red line | |
| Oh, don't get so sad when it all comes down so heavy | |
| A low wind moans across the land | |
| As he rakes at your chest with his red right hand | |
| [Verse 4] | |
| I'm talking 'bout blood, babe | |
| It's in your veins | |
| Your mummy and daddy | |
| They've got the same | |
| You're under the mirror day after day | |
| You see a pretty face crumbling away | |
| As you become your mum and daddy | |
| Scream once, scream twice, now scream again | |
| Cover that face with your red right hand |
| zuo qu : Mick Harvey Nick Cave Thomas Wydler | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Take a little walk to the edge of town | |
| Now spread your wings and fly | |
| Don' t the lights of the city look so damn pretty | |
| When you' re flying so high? | |
| It' s hard to know ' bout the downbelow | |
| The streets, babe, are swimming deep in blood | |
| It seems | |
| To make a grown man cry | |
| You really wanna know what' s wrong with this land? | |
| Just scratch your head with your red right hand | |
| Verse 2 | |
| You see, everyone' s a liar, babe, and that' s the truth | |
| I said everyone' s a liar, baby, and I got the proof | |
| You got a new boy, you feel you' re in with a chance | |
| You think you' re in his arms but you' re in his hands | |
| But still he seems so cute and true and groovy | |
| But get that boy up on the stand | |
| And watch him raise his red right hand | |
| Verse 3 | |
| Move your hips, babe, move your thighs | |
| Use your lips, babe, conceal his prize | |
| He' s tracing a tiny finger down your spine | |
| He' s leaving behind a thin red line | |
| Oh, don' t get so sad when it all comes down so heavy | |
| A low wind moans across the land | |
| As he rakes at your chest with his red right hand | |
| Verse 4 | |
| I' m talking ' bout blood, babe | |
| It' s in your veins | |
| Your mummy and daddy | |
| They' ve got the same | |
| You' re under the mirror day after day | |
| You see a pretty face crumbling away | |
| As you become your mum and daddy | |
| Scream once, scream twice, now scream again | |
| Cover that face with your red right hand |
| zuò qǔ : Mick Harvey Nick Cave Thomas Wydler | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Take a little walk to the edge of town | |
| Now spread your wings and fly | |
| Don' t the lights of the city look so damn pretty | |
| When you' re flying so high? | |
| It' s hard to know ' bout the downbelow | |
| The streets, babe, are swimming deep in blood | |
| It seems | |
| To make a grown man cry | |
| You really wanna know what' s wrong with this land? | |
| Just scratch your head with your red right hand | |
| Verse 2 | |
| You see, everyone' s a liar, babe, and that' s the truth | |
| I said everyone' s a liar, baby, and I got the proof | |
| You got a new boy, you feel you' re in with a chance | |
| You think you' re in his arms but you' re in his hands | |
| But still he seems so cute and true and groovy | |
| But get that boy up on the stand | |
| And watch him raise his red right hand | |
| Verse 3 | |
| Move your hips, babe, move your thighs | |
| Use your lips, babe, conceal his prize | |
| He' s tracing a tiny finger down your spine | |
| He' s leaving behind a thin red line | |
| Oh, don' t get so sad when it all comes down so heavy | |
| A low wind moans across the land | |
| As he rakes at your chest with his red right hand | |
| Verse 4 | |
| I' m talking ' bout blood, babe | |
| It' s in your veins | |
| Your mummy and daddy | |
| They' ve got the same | |
| You' re under the mirror day after day | |
| You see a pretty face crumbling away | |
| As you become your mum and daddy | |
| Scream once, scream twice, now scream again | |
| Cover that face with your red right hand |