| Song | Paolo Rumi |
| Artist | Momus |
| Album | Stars Forever |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Momus | |
| I am a theme park | |
| Paolo Rumi | |
| Here are my gates | |
| Come into me | |
| I'm a dream park | |
| Here in the rain | |
| Filling the waves | |
| Troubling space | |
| With my SOS | |
| Down the parade | |
| Over the sea | |
| Come follow me | |
| I'm a theme park | |
| I'm a DJ | |
| All through the night | |
| Trying to be dumb | |
| Asserting the right to be different | |
| From everyone else | |
| Seeking someone | |
| To join me so we can be | |
| Different | |
| In the same way | |
| Paolo Rumi | |
| The minotaur guy | |
| The labyrinth guide | |
| On the mother of rides | |
| I'm a theme park | |
| Come step inside | |
| Come be my bride | |
| Frankenstein's just a working class guy | |
| In the kitsch world of pop | |
| His salvation | |
| I am a dream park | |
| I ride a white swan | |
| On a black pond | |
| On and on | |
| Through the hot nights | |
| Towards cities of papier mache | |
| I'm a theme park | |
| The bride was a man | |
| The family planned | |
| The three of us there in the ghost house | |
| We're the deviant ones | |
| The long way we've come | |
| The burdens we've borne | |
| Will one day be etched on our face | |
| But not yet -- we're still young | |
| Too young to be crushed by the weight | |
| Of your difference from us | |
| I'm a poem | |
| J. Alfred Prufrock | |
| Sinking my teeth in the peach | |
| I am a theme park | |
| Advertising | |
| Learning to love the consumer society | |
| I am a DJ | |
| Filling the waves | |
| Troubling space | |
| With my SOS | |
| I'm a DJ | |
| From the revolution | |
| Advertising | |
| Emotional states | |
| Trying to discover intelligent life upon earth someplace | |
| (Trying to be dumb, trying to be bright) | |
| I'm a DJ | |
| All through the night | |
| Trying to be dumb | |
| Trying to be different from everyone else | |
| Seeking someone to join me | |
| So we can be different the same way | |
| A theme park | |
| You have no choice | |
| Here are my gates | |
| Discover my voice... |
| zuo ci : Momus | |
| I am a theme park | |
| Paolo Rumi | |
| Here are my gates | |
| Come into me | |
| I' m a dream park | |
| Here in the rain | |
| Filling the waves | |
| Troubling space | |
| With my SOS | |
| Down the parade | |
| Over the sea | |
| Come follow me | |
| I' m a theme park | |
| I' m a DJ | |
| All through the night | |
| Trying to be dumb | |
| Asserting the right to be different | |
| From everyone else | |
| Seeking someone | |
| To join me so we can be | |
| Different | |
| In the same way | |
| Paolo Rumi | |
| The minotaur guy | |
| The labyrinth guide | |
| On the mother of rides | |
| I' m a theme park | |
| Come step inside | |
| Come be my bride | |
| Frankenstein' s just a working class guy | |
| In the kitsch world of pop | |
| His salvation | |
| I am a dream park | |
| I ride a white swan | |
| On a black pond | |
| On and on | |
| Through the hot nights | |
| Towards cities of papier mache | |
| I' m a theme park | |
| The bride was a man | |
| The family planned | |
| The three of us there in the ghost house | |
| We' re the deviant ones | |
| The long way we' ve come | |
| The burdens we' ve borne | |
| Will one day be etched on our face | |
| But not yet we' re still young | |
| Too young to be crushed by the weight | |
| Of your difference from us | |
| I' m a poem | |
| J. Alfred Prufrock | |
| Sinking my teeth in the peach | |
| I am a theme park | |
| Advertising | |
| Learning to love the consumer society | |
| I am a DJ | |
| Filling the waves | |
| Troubling space | |
| With my SOS | |
| I' m a DJ | |
| From the revolution | |
| Advertising | |
| Emotional states | |
| Trying to discover intelligent life upon earth someplace | |
| Trying to be dumb, trying to be bright | |
| I' m a DJ | |
| All through the night | |
| Trying to be dumb | |
| Trying to be different from everyone else | |
| Seeking someone to join me | |
| So we can be different the same way | |
| A theme park | |
| You have no choice | |
| Here are my gates | |
| Discover my voice... |
| zuò cí : Momus | |
| I am a theme park | |
| Paolo Rumi | |
| Here are my gates | |
| Come into me | |
| I' m a dream park | |
| Here in the rain | |
| Filling the waves | |
| Troubling space | |
| With my SOS | |
| Down the parade | |
| Over the sea | |
| Come follow me | |
| I' m a theme park | |
| I' m a DJ | |
| All through the night | |
| Trying to be dumb | |
| Asserting the right to be different | |
| From everyone else | |
| Seeking someone | |
| To join me so we can be | |
| Different | |
| In the same way | |
| Paolo Rumi | |
| The minotaur guy | |
| The labyrinth guide | |
| On the mother of rides | |
| I' m a theme park | |
| Come step inside | |
| Come be my bride | |
| Frankenstein' s just a working class guy | |
| In the kitsch world of pop | |
| His salvation | |
| I am a dream park | |
| I ride a white swan | |
| On a black pond | |
| On and on | |
| Through the hot nights | |
| Towards cities of papier mache | |
| I' m a theme park | |
| The bride was a man | |
| The family planned | |
| The three of us there in the ghost house | |
| We' re the deviant ones | |
| The long way we' ve come | |
| The burdens we' ve borne | |
| Will one day be etched on our face | |
| But not yet we' re still young | |
| Too young to be crushed by the weight | |
| Of your difference from us | |
| I' m a poem | |
| J. Alfred Prufrock | |
| Sinking my teeth in the peach | |
| I am a theme park | |
| Advertising | |
| Learning to love the consumer society | |
| I am a DJ | |
| Filling the waves | |
| Troubling space | |
| With my SOS | |
| I' m a DJ | |
| From the revolution | |
| Advertising | |
| Emotional states | |
| Trying to discover intelligent life upon earth someplace | |
| Trying to be dumb, trying to be bright | |
| I' m a DJ | |
| All through the night | |
| Trying to be dumb | |
| Trying to be different from everyone else | |
| Seeking someone to join me | |
| So we can be different the same way | |
| A theme park | |
| You have no choice | |
| Here are my gates | |
| Discover my voice... |