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'