| Song | 1000 Points of Light |
| Artist | Bruce Dickinson |
| Album | Balls to Picasso |
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| 作曲 : Dickinson, Z. | |
| You can sail in the desert with a ship of fools | |
| You can smuggle in Moses and his book of rules | |
| But you can't take a mother and give her back her son | |
| What kind of freedom is bought with a gun? | |
| People like to build their prison walls | |
| When they're afraid to look inside a... | |
| Thousand points of light | |
| Are the muzzle flashes in the night | |
| And the freedoms you profess to hold | |
| Won't bring the dead back from the cold | |
| Political speeches, they're lying in the mud | |
| Nothing else matters but money and blood | |
| Tyranny of freedom is do what you like | |
| There's a world gone crazy, 'cos it can't say no | |
| People like to build their prison walls | |
| When they're afraid to look inside a... | |
| Thousand points of light | |
| Are the muzzle flashes in the night | |
| And the freedoms you profess to hold | |
| Won't bring the dead back from the cold | |
| A thousand points of light | |
| Are the muzzle flashes in the night | |
| And the freedoms you profess to hold | |
| Won't bring the dead back from the cold | |
| [George Bush:] | |
| 'What is it that produces the light?' | |
| 'What is it that makes these thousand points of light shine?' | |
| 'What is it that will make America a kinder and gentler nation?' | |
| 'Perhaps I should ask who, who is it?' | |
| There should be time for love | |
| But there's too much room for hate | |
| Too much sliding of the truth | |
| Too much abuse of wasted youth | |
| There's a time for dying | |
| And a time for living, too | |
| Had enough of media lies | |
| Had enough of your alibis | |
| A thousand points of light | |
| Are the muzzle flashes in the night | |
| And the freedoms you profess to hold | |
| Won't bring the dead back from the cold | |
| Thousand points of light | |
| Are the muzzle flashes in the night | |
| And the freedoms you profess to hold | |
| Won't bring the dead back from the cold... |
| zuo qu : Dickinson, Z. | |
| You can sail in the desert with a ship of fools | |
| You can smuggle in Moses and his book of rules | |
| But you can' t take a mother and give her back her son | |
| What kind of freedom is bought with a gun? | |
| People like to build their prison walls | |
| When they' re afraid to look inside a... | |
| Thousand points of light | |
| Are the muzzle flashes in the night | |
| And the freedoms you profess to hold | |
| Won' t bring the dead back from the cold | |
| Political speeches, they' re lying in the mud | |
| Nothing else matters but money and blood | |
| Tyranny of freedom is do what you like | |
| There' s a world gone crazy, ' cos it can' t say no | |
| People like to build their prison walls | |
| When they' re afraid to look inside a... | |
| Thousand points of light | |
| Are the muzzle flashes in the night | |
| And the freedoms you profess to hold | |
| Won' t bring the dead back from the cold | |
| A thousand points of light | |
| Are the muzzle flashes in the night | |
| And the freedoms you profess to hold | |
| Won' t bring the dead back from the cold | |
| George Bush: | |
| ' What is it that produces the light?' | |
| ' What is it that makes these thousand points of light shine?' | |
| ' What is it that will make America a kinder and gentler nation?' | |
| ' Perhaps I should ask who, who is it?' | |
| There should be time for love | |
| But there' s too much room for hate | |
| Too much sliding of the truth | |
| Too much abuse of wasted youth | |
| There' s a time for dying | |
| And a time for living, too | |
| Had enough of media lies | |
| Had enough of your alibis | |
| A thousand points of light | |
| Are the muzzle flashes in the night | |
| And the freedoms you profess to hold | |
| Won' t bring the dead back from the cold | |
| Thousand points of light | |
| Are the muzzle flashes in the night | |
| And the freedoms you profess to hold | |
| Won' t bring the dead back from the cold... |
| zuò qǔ : Dickinson, Z. | |
| You can sail in the desert with a ship of fools | |
| You can smuggle in Moses and his book of rules | |
| But you can' t take a mother and give her back her son | |
| What kind of freedom is bought with a gun? | |
| People like to build their prison walls | |
| When they' re afraid to look inside a... | |
| Thousand points of light | |
| Are the muzzle flashes in the night | |
| And the freedoms you profess to hold | |
| Won' t bring the dead back from the cold | |
| Political speeches, they' re lying in the mud | |
| Nothing else matters but money and blood | |
| Tyranny of freedom is do what you like | |
| There' s a world gone crazy, ' cos it can' t say no | |
| People like to build their prison walls | |
| When they' re afraid to look inside a... | |
| Thousand points of light | |
| Are the muzzle flashes in the night | |
| And the freedoms you profess to hold | |
| Won' t bring the dead back from the cold | |
| A thousand points of light | |
| Are the muzzle flashes in the night | |
| And the freedoms you profess to hold | |
| Won' t bring the dead back from the cold | |
| George Bush: | |
| ' What is it that produces the light?' | |
| ' What is it that makes these thousand points of light shine?' | |
| ' What is it that will make America a kinder and gentler nation?' | |
| ' Perhaps I should ask who, who is it?' | |
| There should be time for love | |
| But there' s too much room for hate | |
| Too much sliding of the truth | |
| Too much abuse of wasted youth | |
| There' s a time for dying | |
| And a time for living, too | |
| Had enough of media lies | |
| Had enough of your alibis | |
| A thousand points of light | |
| Are the muzzle flashes in the night | |
| And the freedoms you profess to hold | |
| Won' t bring the dead back from the cold | |
| Thousand points of light | |
| Are the muzzle flashes in the night | |
| And the freedoms you profess to hold | |
| Won' t bring the dead back from the cold... |