| Song | The Pilgrim's Address |
| Artist | Fish |
| Album | Fellini Days |
| 作词 : Dick, Wesley | |
| Guitar Intro | |
| Mr. President, you don't know my name, | |
| But you could find it if you really cared, | |
| because I pay my taxes and I pay my dues, | |
| All I ask for in return is the truth, | |
| Can we just be honest, I've heard that speech is free | |
| So please believe me that this address is sincere | |
| I'm no-one special, just a regular guy | |
| But I just can't keep on wondering why | |
| That the shells we fired they now kill our own | |
| And we waste away like shadows in our homes. | |
| I fell from blue skies, fought through desert storms | |
| I froze in firefights and killed someone, | |
| That had a father who loved him just like mine | |
| Who believed the sacrifice was justified, | |
| In the name of freedom and in the name of God | |
| While shifting sands hid all our sins and all the blood | |
| In the wake of glory, I flew back home | |
| I watch videos at night in uniform | |
| Of those towns and cities being torn apart | |
| By those bombs that fool the people by being smart | |
| As they flew down chimneys along corridors | |
| And explode on film and everyone goes awe! | |
| And you read the stories about how no-one's killed | |
| And I think about the photo that I kept | |
| To remind me that it was all for real | |
| And the ghost that I've become wil be released | |
| To the sands still shifting that cover all the lies | |
| About what really happened and who really died | |
| Was it really worth it? | |
| Was it worth the cost? | |
| Did we really take the high ground or have we lost | |
| All the moral battles did we lose the war | |
| Mr. President I need to know for sure | |
| That with all this knowledge all this control | |
| That we were on the side of right after all | |
| That we weren't lied to, that we weren't used | |
| And the country that we fought for still upholds the truth | |
| Mr. President you don't know my name | |
| But you could find it if you really cared | |
| It's on a black wall on a cross of stone | |
| In the Balkan States, the Gulf and close to home | |
| On not so foreign islands out on city streets | |
| Mr. President just tell me why I'm here | |
| This is my question, this is my life this is my address Mr. President |
| zuò cí : Dick, Wesley | |
| Guitar Intro | |
| Mr. President, you don' t know my name, | |
| But you could find it if you really cared, | |
| because I pay my taxes and I pay my dues, | |
| All I ask for in return is the truth, | |
| Can we just be honest, I' ve heard that speech is free | |
| So please believe me that this address is sincere | |
| I' m noone special, just a regular guy | |
| But I just can' t keep on wondering why | |
| That the shells we fired they now kill our own | |
| And we waste away like shadows in our homes. | |
| I fell from blue skies, fought through desert storms | |
| I froze in firefights and killed someone, | |
| That had a father who loved him just like mine | |
| Who believed the sacrifice was justified, | |
| In the name of freedom and in the name of God | |
| While shifting sands hid all our sins and all the blood | |
| In the wake of glory, I flew back home | |
| I watch videos at night in uniform | |
| Of those towns and cities being torn apart | |
| By those bombs that fool the people by being smart | |
| As they flew down chimneys along corridors | |
| And explode on film and everyone goes awe! | |
| And you read the stories about how noone' s killed | |
| And I think about the photo that I kept | |
| To remind me that it was all for real | |
| And the ghost that I' ve become wil be released | |
| To the sands still shifting that cover all the lies | |
| About what really happened and who really died | |
| Was it really worth it? | |
| Was it worth the cost? | |
| Did we really take the high ground or have we lost | |
| All the moral battles did we lose the war | |
| Mr. President I need to know for sure | |
| That with all this knowledge all this control | |
| That we were on the side of right after all | |
| That we weren' t lied to, that we weren' t used | |
| And the country that we fought for still upholds the truth | |
| Mr. President you don' t know my name | |
| But you could find it if you really cared | |
| It' s on a black wall on a cross of stone | |
| In the Balkan States, the Gulf and close to home | |
| On not so foreign islands out on city streets | |
| Mr. President just tell me why I' m here | |
| This is my question, this is my life this is my address Mr. President |