| Song | Everybody Plays the Mime |
| Artist | Jonathan Fire*Eater |
| Album | Wolf Songs for Lambs |
| 作曲 : Jonathan Fire Eater | |
| They say that good is too often the enemy of the best | |
| I think of Peter in his cowboy vest | |
| Under the Marble Arch way down in the square | |
| He was yelling at the mimes for them to beware | |
| He said "you're nothing so precious, you're nothing so rare | |
| You're quite common I can see you everywhere | |
| I see you in my church when you mime your prayers | |
| You're wearing pearls and your hair is grayer" | |
| Hey everybody plays the mime sometimes | |
| Are you married to an unfaithful world where you carry the flags if they come unfurled? | |
| Are you locked into a projection booth that shows the films of your troubled youth? | |
| Hey everybody plays the mime sometimes | |
| So don't start to pout or I will take you to task | |
| Your sailor stripes and your white powder mask | |
| You mimic the wino with the silver flask | |
| It's the transient child and his eyes that you lack | |
| Your world is a tundra so painfully, painfully bare | |
| Are you married to an unfaithful world where you carry the flags if they come unfurled? | |
| Are you locked into a projection booth that shows the films of your troubled youth? | |
| Hey everybody plays the mime sometimes | |
| Yes your world is a tundra so painfully bare | |
| Of the roses in the silk scarves they wear in their hair | |
| Have they turned you to the German, German au-pairs? | |
| They spoon-feed their princes apples and pears | |
| Yeah they spoon-feed their princes cooked apples and pears | |
| Oh they spoon-feed their princes apples and pears | |
| Oh they spoon-feed their princes cooked apples and pears | |
| Hey everybody plays the mime sometimes |
| zuò qǔ : Jonathan Fire Eater | |
| They say that good is too often the enemy of the best | |
| I think of Peter in his cowboy vest | |
| Under the Marble Arch way down in the square | |
| He was yelling at the mimes for them to beware | |
| He said " you' re nothing so precious, you' re nothing so rare | |
| You' re quite common I can see you everywhere | |
| I see you in my church when you mime your prayers | |
| You' re wearing pearls and your hair is grayer" | |
| Hey everybody plays the mime sometimes | |
| Are you married to an unfaithful world where you carry the flags if they come unfurled? | |
| Are you locked into a projection booth that shows the films of your troubled youth? | |
| Hey everybody plays the mime sometimes | |
| So don' t start to pout or I will take you to task | |
| Your sailor stripes and your white powder mask | |
| You mimic the wino with the silver flask | |
| It' s the transient child and his eyes that you lack | |
| Your world is a tundra so painfully, painfully bare | |
| Are you married to an unfaithful world where you carry the flags if they come unfurled? | |
| Are you locked into a projection booth that shows the films of your troubled youth? | |
| Hey everybody plays the mime sometimes | |
| Yes your world is a tundra so painfully bare | |
| Of the roses in the silk scarves they wear in their hair | |
| Have they turned you to the German, German aupairs? | |
| They spoonfeed their princes apples and pears | |
| Yeah they spoonfeed their princes cooked apples and pears | |
| Oh they spoonfeed their princes apples and pears | |
| Oh they spoonfeed their princes cooked apples and pears | |
| Hey everybody plays the mime sometimes |