| Song | The Last Dictator IV |
| Artist | Crime & the City Solution |
| Album | Paradise Discotheque |
| 作词 : Adams, Bonney, Hacke, Harvey ... | |
| That night he foretold his enemies' doom | |
| His words loomed large across the room | |
| They boomed | |
| His pupils were quiet and well groomed | |
| With swelling heart | |
| He began his favourite part | |
| When Eve, who since she wed | |
| Had gained a lot of weight | |
| From the apples on which she fed | |
| It was compensation she said | |
| For the marginal life that she'd led | |
| Zig-zagged through the door | |
| And said, 'Adam what's this button for' | |
| No more door. |
| zuò cí : Adams, Bonney, Hacke, Harvey ... | |
| That night he foretold his enemies' doom | |
| His words loomed large across the room | |
| They boomed | |
| His pupils were quiet and well groomed | |
| With swelling heart | |
| He began his favourite part | |
| When Eve, who since she wed | |
| Had gained a lot of weight | |
| From the apples on which she fed | |
| It was compensation she said | |
| For the marginal life that she' d led | |
| Zigzagged through the door | |
| And said, ' Adam what' s this button for' | |
| No more door. |