| Song | Blue Murder |
| Artist | Blue Murder |
| Album | Blue Murder |
| 作曲 : Appice, Franklin, Sykes | |
| Lately the lamps have faded | |
| They're not interested in the cold front | |
| That's related | |
| And each word is spoken | |
| It's precise and unbroken | |
| Amiss the small talk of their libido | |
| And when the day is done | |
| And the weeks become one | |
| I cry blue murder | |
| I try to take it further | |
| To all and sundry | |
| Please answer my call | |
| Of philanthropy | |
| And courtesy | |
| There are two sides to every story | |
| And my sides close to the wind | |
| An error of always | |
| Its coming from within | |
| The other half is always beleived | |
| And without the seed it cannot be conceived | |
| The silent voices speak | |
| Unspeakable terms | |
| On the condition of | |
| What willpower is left | |
| Repetitive nature | |
| For some that never learns | |
| How to act on these terms |
| zuò qǔ : Appice, Franklin, Sykes | |
| Lately the lamps have faded | |
| They' re not interested in the cold front | |
| That' s related | |
| And each word is spoken | |
| It' s precise and unbroken | |
| Amiss the small talk of their libido | |
| And when the day is done | |
| And the weeks become one | |
| I cry blue murder | |
| I try to take it further | |
| To all and sundry | |
| Please answer my call | |
| Of philanthropy | |
| And courtesy | |
| There are two sides to every story | |
| And my sides close to the wind | |
| An error of always | |
| Its coming from within | |
| The other half is always beleived | |
| And without the seed it cannot be conceived | |
| The silent voices speak | |
| Unspeakable terms | |
| On the condition of | |
| What willpower is left | |
| Repetitive nature | |
| For some that never learns | |
| How to act on these terms |