| Song | Sun City Night Life |
| Artist | Peter Hammill |
| Album | In a Foreign Town |
| 作词 : Hammill | |
| To the city beat on a treacherous curve, | |
| up upon the high wire you're observed – | |
| you live as you live, you'll get what you deserve: | |
| High life, dig those highlights, | |
| Sun City nightlife: | |
| you'll be like a moth consumed by a flame. | |
| It's a rich man's world, kick those beggars and fools; | |
| conspicuous consumption the only rule, | |
| but the law of retribution will be terribly cruel. | |
| Oh, but you mustn't stop to think about your place upon the planet; | |
| if you did, you might steal yourself away | |
| and it doesn't really matter if the show goes up tomorrow. | |
| After all, this petty place is day to day. | |
| Highlights of the highlife, | |
| dancing at midnight, | |
| dancing all moral existence away. | |
| Nightlife, highlights, highlife, twilight... | |
| Oh, you mustn't ever think about your place upon the planet, | |
| don't look further than the bottom of a drink, | |
| don't ever think about the way you'll feel tomorrow, | |
| don't stop dancing or the boat will sink... | |
| all in all it's gone before you blink. | |
| Highlights of the high life, | |
| Sun City nightlife, | |
| you'll be like a moth consumed by flame... | |
| Twilight of the high life, | |
| chimes at midnight... | |
| you're still dancing all moral existence away. | |
| (A motor-bike in Afrika, | |
| he's riding the white line | |
| oblivious of snakes stretched out across the way like trip-wire... | |
| He's dancing. | |
| Biko, Biko Biko, Biko...) |
| zuò cí : Hammill | |
| To the city beat on a treacherous curve, | |
| up upon the high wire you' re observed | |
| you live as you live, you' ll get what you deserve: | |
| High life, dig those highlights, | |
| Sun City nightlife: | |
| you' ll be like a moth consumed by a flame. | |
| It' s a rich man' s world, kick those beggars and fools | |
| conspicuous consumption the only rule, | |
| but the law of retribution will be terribly cruel. | |
| Oh, but you mustn' t stop to think about your place upon the planet | |
| if you did, you might steal yourself away | |
| and it doesn' t really matter if the show goes up tomorrow. | |
| After all, this petty place is day to day. | |
| Highlights of the highlife, | |
| dancing at midnight, | |
| dancing all moral existence away. | |
| Nightlife, highlights, highlife, twilight... | |
| Oh, you mustn' t ever think about your place upon the planet, | |
| don' t look further than the bottom of a drink, | |
| don' t ever think about the way you' ll feel tomorrow, | |
| don' t stop dancing or the boat will sink... | |
| all in all it' s gone before you blink. | |
| Highlights of the high life, | |
| Sun City nightlife, | |
| you' ll be like a moth consumed by flame... | |
| Twilight of the high life, | |
| chimes at midnight... | |
| you' re still dancing all moral existence away. | |
| A motorbike in Afrika, | |
| he' s riding the white line | |
| oblivious of snakes stretched out across the way like tripwire... | |
| He' s dancing. | |
| Biko, Biko Biko, Biko... |