| 歌曲 | Head on a Spike |
| 歌手 | The Bluetones |
| 专辑 | The Bluetones |
| 作词 : Bluetones | |
| Hmmm there's a light spilling under the door, | |
| Mmmm there's a phone comin' up through the floor, | |
| I know you've explained, all the rules to the game, | |
| Mmmm but I don't wanna play any more. | |
| I'm losing my days, I'm losing my nights, | |
| It's part of the ageing process, | |
| I'm losing my left, I'm losing my right, | |
| My memory's strange to hopeless, | |
| I'm losing my will, I'm losing my fight, | |
| I'm pretty punched up but that's all right, | |
| I'm telling myself it's gonna be fine, | |
| It's beating better people than me. | |
| There's a fire rising up in my throat, | |
| Mmmm there's a man with a hand in his coat, | |
| I know what you'd like, is my head on a spike, | |
| Mmmm I don't wanna be in on the joke. | |
| I'm losing my days, I'm losing my nights, | |
| It's part of the ageing process, | |
| I'm losing my left, I'm losing my right, | |
| My memory's strange to hopeless, | |
| I'm losing my will, I'm losing my fight, | |
| I'm pretty punched up but that's all right, | |
| I'm telling myself it's gonna be fine, | |
| It's beating better people than me. | |
| I'm losing my days, I'm losing my nights, | |
| It's part of the ageing process, | |
| I'm losing my left, I'm losing my right, | |
| My memory's strange to hopeless, | |
| I'm losing my will, I'm losing my fight, | |
| I'm pretty punched up but that's all right, | |
| I'm telling myself it's gonna be fine, | |
| It's beating better people than me. | |
| There's a car standing into a wall. |
| zuò cí : Bluetones | |
| Hmmm there' s a light spilling under the door, | |
| Mmmm there' s a phone comin' up through the floor, | |
| I know you' ve explained, all the rules to the game, | |
| Mmmm but I don' t wanna play any more. | |
| I' m losing my days, I' m losing my nights, | |
| It' s part of the ageing process, | |
| I' m losing my left, I' m losing my right, | |
| My memory' s strange to hopeless, | |
| I' m losing my will, I' m losing my fight, | |
| I' m pretty punched up but that' s all right, | |
| I' m telling myself it' s gonna be fine, | |
| It' s beating better people than me. | |
| There' s a fire rising up in my throat, | |
| Mmmm there' s a man with a hand in his coat, | |
| I know what you' d like, is my head on a spike, | |
| Mmmm I don' t wanna be in on the joke. | |
| I' m losing my days, I' m losing my nights, | |
| It' s part of the ageing process, | |
| I' m losing my left, I' m losing my right, | |
| My memory' s strange to hopeless, | |
| I' m losing my will, I' m losing my fight, | |
| I' m pretty punched up but that' s all right, | |
| I' m telling myself it' s gonna be fine, | |
| It' s beating better people than me. | |
| I' m losing my days, I' m losing my nights, | |
| It' s part of the ageing process, | |
| I' m losing my left, I' m losing my right, | |
| My memory' s strange to hopeless, | |
| I' m losing my will, I' m losing my fight, | |
| I' m pretty punched up but that' s all right, | |
| I' m telling myself it' s gonna be fine, | |
| It' s beating better people than me. | |
| There' s a car standing into a wall. |