| Song | The Belly and the Beast |
| Artist | Anaïs Mitchell |
| Album | Hymns for the Exiled |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Mitchell | |
| I in my longing lie out in the night | |
| Unveiled and irreverently dressed | |
| I'm lip-stuck and liquored up | |
| Picking a fight | |
| I'm the wicked wicked witch of the west | |
| Over the alley ways, backward and blind | |
| And the sad and insatiable sprawl | |
| Over the market place darkly defined | |
| His desert is sounding a call | |
| He was a businessman twenty five years | |
| When the angel appeared with his orders | |
| I am making you mine, my divine volunteer | |
| And I'm flying you over the border | |
| And he can't recall where it all fell apart | |
| Was it north of Medina or south | |
| Where the prophecy ends and the politics start | |
| Where the weapon went into his mouth | |
| And everyone's sleeping | |
| And he's flying | |
| Out | |
| And no one can keep him | |
| Down | |
| Now | |
| The morning delivers the news to my door | |
| Of my president's war in the east | |
| And he doesn't tell me and I don't know | |
| Who's in the belly and who is the beast | |
| When there's no place to run to | |
| When there's no place to hide | |
| It won't matter whose side you are on | |
| Like a bomb in the basement | |
| We couldn't stop if we tried | |
| And it won't be long | |
| It won't be long | |
| It won't be long |
| zuo qu : Mitchell | |
| I in my longing lie out in the night | |
| Unveiled and irreverently dressed | |
| I' m lipstuck and liquored up | |
| Picking a fight | |
| I' m the wicked wicked witch of the west | |
| Over the alley ways, backward and blind | |
| And the sad and insatiable sprawl | |
| Over the market place darkly defined | |
| His desert is sounding a call | |
| He was a businessman twenty five years | |
| When the angel appeared with his orders | |
| I am making you mine, my divine volunteer | |
| And I' m flying you over the border | |
| And he can' t recall where it all fell apart | |
| Was it north of Medina or south | |
| Where the prophecy ends and the politics start | |
| Where the weapon went into his mouth | |
| And everyone' s sleeping | |
| And he' s flying | |
| Out | |
| And no one can keep him | |
| Down | |
| Now | |
| The morning delivers the news to my door | |
| Of my president' s war in the east | |
| And he doesn' t tell me and I don' t know | |
| Who' s in the belly and who is the beast | |
| When there' s no place to run to | |
| When there' s no place to hide | |
| It won' t matter whose side you are on | |
| Like a bomb in the basement | |
| We couldn' t stop if we tried | |
| And it won' t be long | |
| It won' t be long | |
| It won' t be long |
| zuò qǔ : Mitchell | |
| I in my longing lie out in the night | |
| Unveiled and irreverently dressed | |
| I' m lipstuck and liquored up | |
| Picking a fight | |
| I' m the wicked wicked witch of the west | |
| Over the alley ways, backward and blind | |
| And the sad and insatiable sprawl | |
| Over the market place darkly defined | |
| His desert is sounding a call | |
| He was a businessman twenty five years | |
| When the angel appeared with his orders | |
| I am making you mine, my divine volunteer | |
| And I' m flying you over the border | |
| And he can' t recall where it all fell apart | |
| Was it north of Medina or south | |
| Where the prophecy ends and the politics start | |
| Where the weapon went into his mouth | |
| And everyone' s sleeping | |
| And he' s flying | |
| Out | |
| And no one can keep him | |
| Down | |
| Now | |
| The morning delivers the news to my door | |
| Of my president' s war in the east | |
| And he doesn' t tell me and I don' t know | |
| Who' s in the belly and who is the beast | |
| When there' s no place to run to | |
| When there' s no place to hide | |
| It won' t matter whose side you are on | |
| Like a bomb in the basement | |
| We couldn' t stop if we tried | |
| And it won' t be long | |
| It won' t be long | |
| It won' t be long |