| 歌曲 | Only The Stones Remain |
| 歌手 | The Soft Boys |
| 专辑 | 1976-81 |
| 作词 : Hitchcock | |
| Men were executed, women bled | |
| Beads and fish changed hands and | |
| Children stayed up late | |
| Uh huh | |
| Colored drums they stretched the night | |
| There's a taxidermist looking for a fight | |
| But now he's gone | |
| Ah yeah, only the stones remain | |
| Girls were decked with flowers and violated while | |
| Boys spat juice from out of their fresh young bulbs | |
| Soldiers crossed their hearts and died and | |
| Pretty girls turned cold inside | |
| But now they're gone | |
| Ah yeah, only the stones remain | |
| Oh they're gone, yeah | |
| Only the stones remain | |
| And the stones have forgotten them | |
| The stones have forgotten them | |
| They break your body and drain the life out of it | |
| It sinks into the soil while the soul flies up into the air above | |
| And when there's no more tears to cry, there's | |
| Nothing left to do but laugh | |
| Stained glass elaborations collapse and candyfloss evaporates, honey | |
| Only the stones remain, here they go | |
| Ah yeah, only the stones remain | |
| Now they're gone | |
| Ah yeah, only the stones remain | |
| Ah yeah, only the stones remain |
| zuò cí : Hitchcock | |
| Men were executed, women bled | |
| Beads and fish changed hands and | |
| Children stayed up late | |
| Uh huh | |
| Colored drums they stretched the night | |
| There' s a taxidermist looking for a fight | |
| But now he' s gone | |
| Ah yeah, only the stones remain | |
| Girls were decked with flowers and violated while | |
| Boys spat juice from out of their fresh young bulbs | |
| Soldiers crossed their hearts and died and | |
| Pretty girls turned cold inside | |
| But now they' re gone | |
| Ah yeah, only the stones remain | |
| Oh they' re gone, yeah | |
| Only the stones remain | |
| And the stones have forgotten them | |
| The stones have forgotten them | |
| They break your body and drain the life out of it | |
| It sinks into the soil while the soul flies up into the air above | |
| And when there' s no more tears to cry, there' s | |
| Nothing left to do but laugh | |
| Stained glass elaborations collapse and candyfloss evaporates, honey | |
| Only the stones remain, here they go | |
| Ah yeah, only the stones remain | |
| Now they' re gone | |
| Ah yeah, only the stones remain | |
| Ah yeah, only the stones remain |