| 作词 : Mogg, Schenker | |
| (instrumental) | |
| Windows are closing, you smell the track | |
| Traffic is heavy | |
| Up riding the rack | |
| Bodies are buried, freeways and wells | |
| Boneyards with vistas | |
| Gateways to hell | |
| When it's all over, | |
| You'll frown and fret | |
| Way down the line | |
| Where no angels tread | |
| Soldiers are gathering, not missing a beat | |
| A poetry reading, while reaping the wheat | |
| Out looking for | |
| Venus She's black marble on ice | |
| Cut to precision | |
| Weighted like dice | |
| When it's all over, | |
| You'll frown and fret | |
| Way down the line, where no angels tread | |
| Maybe you'll make it, maybe you won't | |
| The world and his dog, won't care if you don't (instrumental) | |
| When it's all over, | |
| You'll frown and fret | |
| Way down the line, where no angels tread | |
| Maybe you'll make it, maybe you won't | |
| The world and his dog won't care if you don't | |
| When it's all over, | |
| You'll frown and fret | |
| Way down the line, where no angels tread (instrumental over and out!) |
| zuo ci : Mogg, Schenker | |
| instrumental | |
| Windows are closing, you smell the track | |
| Traffic is heavy | |
| Up riding the rack | |
| Bodies are buried, freeways and wells | |
| Boneyards with vistas | |
| Gateways to hell | |
| When it' s all over, | |
| You' ll frown and fret | |
| Way down the line | |
| Where no angels tread | |
| Soldiers are gathering, not missing a beat | |
| A poetry reading, while reaping the wheat | |
| Out looking for | |
| Venus She' s black marble on ice | |
| Cut to precision | |
| Weighted like dice | |
| When it' s all over, | |
| You' ll frown and fret | |
| Way down the line, where no angels tread | |
| Maybe you' ll make it, maybe you won' t | |
| The world and his dog, won' t care if you don' t instrumental | |
| When it' s all over, | |
| You' ll frown and fret | |
| Way down the line, where no angels tread | |
| Maybe you' ll make it, maybe you won' t | |
| The world and his dog won' t care if you don' t | |
| When it' s all over, | |
| You' ll frown and fret | |
| Way down the line, where no angels tread instrumental over and out! |
| zuò cí : Mogg, Schenker | |
| instrumental | |
| Windows are closing, you smell the track | |
| Traffic is heavy | |
| Up riding the rack | |
| Bodies are buried, freeways and wells | |
| Boneyards with vistas | |
| Gateways to hell | |
| When it' s all over, | |
| You' ll frown and fret | |
| Way down the line | |
| Where no angels tread | |
| Soldiers are gathering, not missing a beat | |
| A poetry reading, while reaping the wheat | |
| Out looking for | |
| Venus She' s black marble on ice | |
| Cut to precision | |
| Weighted like dice | |
| When it' s all over, | |
| You' ll frown and fret | |
| Way down the line, where no angels tread | |
| Maybe you' ll make it, maybe you won' t | |
| The world and his dog, won' t care if you don' t instrumental | |
| When it' s all over, | |
| You' ll frown and fret | |
| Way down the line, where no angels tread | |
| Maybe you' ll make it, maybe you won' t | |
| The world and his dog won' t care if you don' t | |
| When it' s all over, | |
| You' ll frown and fret | |
| Way down the line, where no angels tread instrumental over and out! |