| Song | Who Was That Masked Man |
| Artist | Van Morrison |
| Album | Veedon Fleece |
| 作词 : Morrison | |
| Oh, ain't it lonely | |
| When you're living with a gun | |
| When you can't slow down and you can't turn 'round | |
| And you can't trust anyone | |
| You just sit there like a butterfly | |
| And you're all encased in glass | |
| You're so fragile you just may break | |
| And you don't know who to ask | |
| Oh, ain't it lonely | |
| When you're living with a gun | |
| Well, you can't slow down and you can't turn 'round | |
| And you can't trust anyone | |
| You just sit there like a butterfly | |
| You're well protected by the glass | |
| You're such a rare collector's item | |
| When they throw away what's trash | |
| You can hang suspended from a star | |
| Or wish on a toilet roll | |
| You can just soak up the atmosphere | |
| Like a fish inside a bowl | |
| When the ghost comes round at midnight | |
| Well, you both can have some fun | |
| He can drive you mad, he can make you sad | |
| He can keep you from the sun | |
| When they take him down | |
| He'll be both safe and sound | |
| And the hand does fit the glove | |
| And no matter what they tell you | |
| There's good and evil in everyone |
| zuò cí : Morrison | |
| Oh, ain' t it lonely | |
| When you' re living with a gun | |
| When you can' t slow down and you can' t turn ' round | |
| And you can' t trust anyone | |
| You just sit there like a butterfly | |
| And you' re all encased in glass | |
| You' re so fragile you just may break | |
| And you don' t know who to ask | |
| Oh, ain' t it lonely | |
| When you' re living with a gun | |
| Well, you can' t slow down and you can' t turn ' round | |
| And you can' t trust anyone | |
| You just sit there like a butterfly | |
| You' re well protected by the glass | |
| You' re such a rare collector' s item | |
| When they throw away what' s trash | |
| You can hang suspended from a star | |
| Or wish on a toilet roll | |
| You can just soak up the atmosphere | |
| Like a fish inside a bowl | |
| When the ghost comes round at midnight | |
| Well, you both can have some fun | |
| He can drive you mad, he can make you sad | |
| He can keep you from the sun | |
| When they take him down | |
| He' ll be both safe and sound | |
| And the hand does fit the glove | |
| And no matter what they tell you | |
| There' s good and evil in everyone |