| 歌曲 | Great Blow For A Day Job |
| 歌手 | Skyclad |
| 专辑 | Oui Avant-Garde A Chance |
| 作词 : English, Skyclad | |
| Hear my tale - | |
| I'm norman normal, always humble, mild and meek. | |
| In my bank a lowly banker - run-down brach on nowhere street 'till one day a stranger called - a fetid bible black he laughed, said "Sonny I don't want your money, I don't need an overdraft. Boy you have a great potential, don't you let it go to waste. My offer ends - so it's essential that you hurry on (make haste!). For a life of milk and honey sign along the dotted line... Thirty years of girls and money - at the end your soul is mine!" | |
| No one can dissuade me - | |
| I'm donw on my knees, my conscience says "No" - my libido "Yes please!" | |
| If I put my pen to paper for eternity | |
| I'm damned. | |
| If I don't | |
| I'll never be the singer in a fiddel band. | |
| Can anyone blame me? - | |
| I don't think they'd dare, my soul says "No way" - | |
| But my mouth cries "Oh yeah!" | |
| Here I am - your good friend norman, not so humble anymore. | |
| Others age - but | |
| I look younger, stronger that | |
| I did before. | |
| I used to drive a | |
| Fiat Panda - now a lime green | |
| Cadillac. | |
| Guess my story goes to show not all the 'devils' own' dig black. | |
| I know there is a price | |
| I must pay for my thirty years misspent, when my satanic manager recoups my soul (100%). | |
| I'll meet him at the crossroads, midnight chimes - my time has come to party with the 'porno-queens' down by the shores of acheron. | |
| I'll party on in acheron! | |
| No one could dissuade me - | |
| I fell to my kness, my conscience said "No" - my libido "Yes please!" | |
| I have put my pen to paper and eternally am damned, | |
| I've squandered my immortal soul by singing in a fiddle band. | |
| Could anyone blame me? - | |
| I don't think they dare, my soul said "No way" - but my mouth cried "Oh yeah!" ' | |
| Evil I did dwell - | |
| Lewd did I live' - | |
| It's a small price to pay for the gift that he gives. | |
| Was it all worth it? - | |
| I'm too drunk to tell, | |
| I swap my cocaine for the brimstone of hell. | |
| The end. |
| zuò cí : English, Skyclad | |
| Hear my tale | |
| I' m norman normal, always humble, mild and meek. | |
| In my bank a lowly banker rundown brach on nowhere street ' till one day a stranger called a fetid bible black he laughed, said " Sonny I don' t want your money, I don' t need an overdraft. Boy you have a great potential, don' t you let it go to waste. My offer ends so it' s essential that you hurry on make haste!. For a life of milk and honey sign along the dotted line... Thirty years of girls and money at the end your soul is mine!" | |
| No one can dissuade me | |
| I' m donw on my knees, my conscience says " No" my libido " Yes please!" | |
| If I put my pen to paper for eternity | |
| I' m damned. | |
| If I don' t | |
| I' ll never be the singer in a fiddel band. | |
| Can anyone blame me? | |
| I don' t think they' d dare, my soul says " No way" | |
| But my mouth cries " Oh yeah!" | |
| Here I am your good friend norman, not so humble anymore. | |
| Others age but | |
| I look younger, stronger that | |
| I did before. | |
| I used to drive a | |
| Fiat Panda now a lime green | |
| Cadillac. | |
| Guess my story goes to show not all the ' devils' own' dig black. | |
| I know there is a price | |
| I must pay for my thirty years misspent, when my satanic manager recoups my soul 100. | |
| I' ll meet him at the crossroads, midnight chimes my time has come to party with the ' pornoqueens' down by the shores of acheron. | |
| I' ll party on in acheron! | |
| No one could dissuade me | |
| I fell to my kness, my conscience said " No" my libido " Yes please!" | |
| I have put my pen to paper and eternally am damned, | |
| I' ve squandered my immortal soul by singing in a fiddle band. | |
| Could anyone blame me? | |
| I don' t think they dare, my soul said " No way" but my mouth cried " Oh yeah!" ' | |
| Evil I did dwell | |
| Lewd did I live' | |
| It' s a small price to pay for the gift that he gives. | |
| Was it all worth it? | |
| I' m too drunk to tell, | |
| I swap my cocaine for the brimstone of hell. | |
| The end. |