| Song | Fly on the Windscreen |
| Artist | Depeche Mode |
| Album | Catching Up with Depeche Mode |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Gore | |
| Death is everywhere | |
| There are flies on the windscreen | |
| For a start | |
| Reminding us | |
| We could be torn apart | |
| Tonight | |
| Death is everywhere | |
| There are lambs for the slaughter | |
| Waiting to die | |
| And i can sense | |
| The hours slipping by | |
| Tonight | |
| Come here | |
| Kiss me | |
| Now | |
| Come here | |
| Kiss me | |
| Now | |
| Death is everywhere | |
| The more i look | |
| The more i see | |
| The more i feel | |
| A sense of urgency | |
| Tonight | |
| Come here (touch me) | |
| Kiss me (touch me) | |
| Now (touch me) | |
| (touch me) | |
| There are flies on the windscreen | |
| There are lambs for the slaughter | |
| There are flies on the windscreen | |
| Come here (touch me) | |
| Kiss me (touch me) | |
| Now (touch me) | |
| (touch me) | |
| Come here (touch me) | |
| Kiss me (touch me) | |
| Now (touch me) | |
| (touch me) |
| zuo ci : Gore | |
| Death is everywhere | |
| There are flies on the windscreen | |
| For a start | |
| Reminding us | |
| We could be torn apart | |
| Tonight | |
| Death is everywhere | |
| There are lambs for the slaughter | |
| Waiting to die | |
| And i can sense | |
| The hours slipping by | |
| Tonight | |
| Come here | |
| Kiss me | |
| Now | |
| Come here | |
| Kiss me | |
| Now | |
| Death is everywhere | |
| The more i look | |
| The more i see | |
| The more i feel | |
| A sense of urgency | |
| Tonight | |
| Come here touch me | |
| Kiss me touch me | |
| Now touch me | |
| touch me | |
| There are flies on the windscreen | |
| There are lambs for the slaughter | |
| There are flies on the windscreen | |
| Come here touch me | |
| Kiss me touch me | |
| Now touch me | |
| touch me | |
| Come here touch me | |
| Kiss me touch me | |
| Now touch me | |
| touch me |
| zuò cí : Gore | |
| Death is everywhere | |
| There are flies on the windscreen | |
| For a start | |
| Reminding us | |
| We could be torn apart | |
| Tonight | |
| Death is everywhere | |
| There are lambs for the slaughter | |
| Waiting to die | |
| And i can sense | |
| The hours slipping by | |
| Tonight | |
| Come here | |
| Kiss me | |
| Now | |
| Come here | |
| Kiss me | |
| Now | |
| Death is everywhere | |
| The more i look | |
| The more i see | |
| The more i feel | |
| A sense of urgency | |
| Tonight | |
| Come here touch me | |
| Kiss me touch me | |
| Now touch me | |
| touch me | |
| There are flies on the windscreen | |
| There are lambs for the slaughter | |
| There are flies on the windscreen | |
| Come here touch me | |
| Kiss me touch me | |
| Now touch me | |
| touch me | |
| Come here touch me | |
| Kiss me touch me | |
| Now touch me | |
| touch me |