| 歌曲 | If I Die Laughing, It'll Be An Act Of God |
| 歌手 | Skyclad |
| 专辑 | Oui Avant-Garde A Chance |
| 作词 : Ramsey, Skyclad | |
| It's revelation reveals - divine comedy (and more), please welcome your four hosts - death, famine, pestilence and war. | |
| You say that we are all | |
| Gods' children, can you please explain - how any father could inflict his children so much pain. | |
| I'm sure he finds it funny - but | |
| I fail to see the joke, | |
| I bet he'll piss his breeches when we all go up in smoke. | |
| Life's one big disaster, | |
| I hear the sound of laughter coming from the hereafter, (I find it kind of odd) we're stooges for | |
| Jehova, he loves to knock us over - so if | |
| I die laughing it'll be an act of | |
| God! Thunderbolts were once his style | |
| It's now malignant tumours, | |
| I wonder what he'll think of next to test my sense of humour? | |
| You said I must accept his will - that | |
| God will spare the weak, | |
| I bet those tears aren't tears of laughter running down your cheeck - when you are stood right there beside me (egg upon your face), your precious soul floats with the dust back home in outer space. |
| zuò cí : Ramsey, Skyclad | |
| It' s revelation reveals divine comedy and more, please welcome your four hosts death, famine, pestilence and war. | |
| You say that we are all | |
| Gods' children, can you please explain how any father could inflict his children so much pain. | |
| I' m sure he finds it funny but | |
| I fail to see the joke, | |
| I bet he' ll piss his breeches when we all go up in smoke. | |
| Life' s one big disaster, | |
| I hear the sound of laughter coming from the hereafter, I find it kind of odd we' re stooges for | |
| Jehova, he loves to knock us over so if | |
| I die laughing it' ll be an act of | |
| God! Thunderbolts were once his style | |
| It' s now malignant tumours, | |
| I wonder what he' ll think of next to test my sense of humour? | |
| You said I must accept his will that | |
| God will spare the weak, | |
| I bet those tears aren' t tears of laughter running down your cheeck when you are stood right there beside me egg upon your face, your precious soul floats with the dust back home in outer space. |