| 歌曲 | Hurls |
| 歌手 | Fil |
| 专辑 | The Occasional Life of FiL |
| 作词 : Philip Powell | |
| 作曲 : Philip Powell | |
| Your life is getting nowhere with the pleasures that you seek | |
| Your body hurls itself at danger in the night | |
| Your life's gone slowly backward with the anger that you greet | |
| Your body hurls itself for freedom and the right | |
| My chick came from the stars, she asked what secrets that I keep | |
| I said 'All I can say is please don't tell my Ma, | |
| I look for all the things to hate, I see beneath your charm, | |
| my body hurls itself and I can't see no harm' |
| zuò cí : Philip Powell | |
| zuò qǔ : Philip Powell | |
| Your life is getting nowhere with the pleasures that you seek | |
| Your body hurls itself at danger in the night | |
| Your life' s gone slowly backward with the anger that you greet | |
| Your body hurls itself for freedom and the right | |
| My chick came from the stars, she asked what secrets that I keep | |
| I said ' All I can say is please don' t tell my Ma, | |
| I look for all the things to hate, I see beneath your charm, | |
| my body hurls itself and I can' t see no harm' |