| 歌曲 | Wild on the Streets |
| 歌手 | Diamond Head |
| 专辑 | Death & Progress |
| 作词 : Harris, Tatler | |
| The words of freedom on the tongue of a snake | |
| With a democratic face bought and paid for by the lies of the state | |
| Without a human trait well under the heels of a tyranny waits | |
| A long forgotten voice | |
| And revolution is the ultimate fate of the whip and the gun | |
| Nowhere to run is nothing like fun | |
| Out in the heat, | |
| Wild on the streets | |
| Wild on the streets, wild on the streets | |
| People listen to the words of a friend | |
| To lie you have to breath | |
| Television hey tell it again | |
| The people pay no heed | |
| We want equality but what do we get | |
| Bullets and ballots again | |
| Roll in your grave | |
| Beethoven and the death beat marches on | |
| Nowhere to run is nothing like fun | |
| Out in the heat, | |
| Wild on the streets | |
| Wild on the streets, wild on the streets | |
| On leather jackets and broken chain | |
| In walls of mortar and ties | |
| These are the words of our fate inscribed | |
| Standing twelve feet high | |
| Here are the free men who inherit the earth | |
| Here are the words that died | |
| Buried under six feet of dirt and the death beat marches on | |
| Nowhere to run is nothing like fun | |
| Out in the heat, | |
| Wild on the streets | |
| Wild on the streets, wild on the streets |
| zuò cí : Harris, Tatler | |
| The words of freedom on the tongue of a snake | |
| With a democratic face bought and paid for by the lies of the state | |
| Without a human trait well under the heels of a tyranny waits | |
| A long forgotten voice | |
| And revolution is the ultimate fate of the whip and the gun | |
| Nowhere to run is nothing like fun | |
| Out in the heat, | |
| Wild on the streets | |
| Wild on the streets, wild on the streets | |
| People listen to the words of a friend | |
| To lie you have to breath | |
| Television hey tell it again | |
| The people pay no heed | |
| We want equality but what do we get | |
| Bullets and ballots again | |
| Roll in your grave | |
| Beethoven and the death beat marches on | |
| Nowhere to run is nothing like fun | |
| Out in the heat, | |
| Wild on the streets | |
| Wild on the streets, wild on the streets | |
| On leather jackets and broken chain | |
| In walls of mortar and ties | |
| These are the words of our fate inscribed | |
| Standing twelve feet high | |
| Here are the free men who inherit the earth | |
| Here are the words that died | |
| Buried under six feet of dirt and the death beat marches on | |
| Nowhere to run is nothing like fun | |
| Out in the heat, | |
| Wild on the streets | |
| Wild on the streets, wild on the streets |