| 歌曲 | Here In The Hole |
| 歌手 | Barry Adamson |
| 专辑 | Stranger On The Sofa |
| 作曲 : Adamson | |
| You see, that's the way the world is | |
| Not a lot you can do about it | |
| Except to accept | |
| There was a time I thought about it | |
| Plenty of time I thought about it | |
| Then decided not to | |
| Here in the hole; I'm surrounded by fools | |
| Degenerates and phonies | |
| I suffer a constant bombardment of nonesence from all sides | |
| When central control rendered me surplus to requirements | |
| My imprinters relocated to the ruins of Paris, where I regenerate | |
| My new face accepting me immediately without the usual problems | |
| I operate a program of self denial | |
| Yet languish in polymorphous perversity as is my want | |
| Each day, although I believe I'm free; | |
| Something pulls me back into a past made real only by their understanding | |
| And all the while the calls come in, and keep coming in (and keep coming and keep coming...) | |
| And still; | |
| I'm hunted for my flesh | |
| I'm hounded for my beauty | |
| In a world turned on its head | |
| I steady myself, ready to enter (ready to enter) | |
| They believe I know everything, but if my master's memory serves me well | |
| In fact I know nothing | |
| And so they will find me; | |
| And in the middle of a cold afternoon, they will ask: | |
| "What is it exactly that you know?" (exactly exactly exactly...) | |
| And then, they will take me outside | |
| And they will kill me | |
| That much I do know |
| zuò qǔ : Adamson | |
| You see, that' s the way the world is | |
| Not a lot you can do about it | |
| Except to accept | |
| There was a time I thought about it | |
| Plenty of time I thought about it | |
| Then decided not to | |
| Here in the hole I' m surrounded by fools | |
| Degenerates and phonies | |
| I suffer a constant bombardment of nonesence from all sides | |
| When central control rendered me surplus to requirements | |
| My imprinters relocated to the ruins of Paris, where I regenerate | |
| My new face accepting me immediately without the usual problems | |
| I operate a program of self denial | |
| Yet languish in polymorphous perversity as is my want | |
| Each day, although I believe I' m free | |
| Something pulls me back into a past made real only by their understanding | |
| And all the while the calls come in, and keep coming in and keep coming and keep coming... | |
| And still | |
| I' m hunted for my flesh | |
| I' m hounded for my beauty | |
| In a world turned on its head | |
| I steady myself, ready to enter ready to enter | |
| They believe I know everything, but if my master' s memory serves me well | |
| In fact I know nothing | |
| And so they will find me | |
| And in the middle of a cold afternoon, they will ask: | |
| " What is it exactly that you know?" exactly exactly exactly... | |
| And then, they will take me outside | |
| And they will kill me | |
| That much I do know |