| 歌曲 | (Wearing Your) Heart on Your Sleeve |
| 歌手 | Motörhead |
| 专辑 | We Are Motörhead |
| 作词 : Campbell, Dee, Kilmister | |
| Clock is still ticking | |
| Why don't you listen? | |
| Ain't got the time that you had yesterday | |
| Can't be so blind, way out of line | |
| Thinking the world wants to ehar what you say | |
| Nobody ever knows why | |
| Nobody ever knows who | |
| Nobody sees that we're all on our knees | |
| Looking for reasons to do what we do | |
| Hey, what the hell | |
| Get out of your shell | |
| Time to get back to when truth was all true | |
| Get me some danger | |
| Get me a stranger | |
| Time to be counted and pay up my dues | |
| Stand or fall | |
| Get ourselves soemthing that we can believe | |
| Fight or crawl | |
| Use what you find in yourself to succeed | |
| Stand or fall | |
| Wearing your heart on your sleeve | |
| Politics suck, you'll be shit out of luck | |
| If you ever mess with the methods they use | |
| No way to doubt, three strikes you're out | |
| You against them, it's your freedom you lose... | |
| Nobody questions the law | |
| Nobody questions the man | |
| Nobody cares 'cos nobody knows where | |
| We go to so we can kick out the jams | |
| Hey what the hell | |
| You know yourself well | |
| Get back to your honor and pride | |
| Time for some slamming | |
| Time for some jamming | |
| Take us away from the snare of their lies | |
| Stand or fall | |
| Get ourselves soemthing that we can believe | |
| Fight or crawl | |
| Use what you find in yourself to succeed | |
| Stand or fall | |
| Wearing your heart on your sleeve | |
| W're on the run, we're under the gun | |
| Sneaking and hiding, away from the sun | |
| Breaking the law, don't know what for | |
| Our generation is made up of whores | |
| Get out of town, get out of jail | |
| Nobody here gonna make us our bail | |
| Don't really care that my life isn't fair | |
| Hard on your head in the electric chair | |
| Out of your mind, deaf, dumb and blind | |
| Don't know how people can be so unkind | |
| Grown up too soon, grown up too soon | |
| Too many wolves looking up at the moon | |
| Way too clean, too fucking healthy, you know what | |
| I mean Way too rich, every executive son of a bitch | |
| Way too mean, they're all to eager to feed the machine | |
| Way too smart, gonna come down and break all of our hearts | |
| Way too slick - way they schmooze, like to making me sick | |
| Time to leave, wearing your heart on your sleeve | |
| Wearing your heart on your sleeve |
| zuò cí : Campbell, Dee, Kilmister | |
| Clock is still ticking | |
| Why don' t you listen? | |
| Ain' t got the time that you had yesterday | |
| Can' t be so blind, way out of line | |
| Thinking the world wants to ehar what you say | |
| Nobody ever knows why | |
| Nobody ever knows who | |
| Nobody sees that we' re all on our knees | |
| Looking for reasons to do what we do | |
| Hey, what the hell | |
| Get out of your shell | |
| Time to get back to when truth was all true | |
| Get me some danger | |
| Get me a stranger | |
| Time to be counted and pay up my dues | |
| Stand or fall | |
| Get ourselves soemthing that we can believe | |
| Fight or crawl | |
| Use what you find in yourself to succeed | |
| Stand or fall | |
| Wearing your heart on your sleeve | |
| Politics suck, you' ll be shit out of luck | |
| If you ever mess with the methods they use | |
| No way to doubt, three strikes you' re out | |
| You against them, it' s your freedom you lose... | |
| Nobody questions the law | |
| Nobody questions the man | |
| Nobody cares ' cos nobody knows where | |
| We go to so we can kick out the jams | |
| Hey what the hell | |
| You know yourself well | |
| Get back to your honor and pride | |
| Time for some slamming | |
| Time for some jamming | |
| Take us away from the snare of their lies | |
| Stand or fall | |
| Get ourselves soemthing that we can believe | |
| Fight or crawl | |
| Use what you find in yourself to succeed | |
| Stand or fall | |
| Wearing your heart on your sleeve | |
| W' re on the run, we' re under the gun | |
| Sneaking and hiding, away from the sun | |
| Breaking the law, don' t know what for | |
| Our generation is made up of whores | |
| Get out of town, get out of jail | |
| Nobody here gonna make us our bail | |
| Don' t really care that my life isn' t fair | |
| Hard on your head in the electric chair | |
| Out of your mind, deaf, dumb and blind | |
| Don' t know how people can be so unkind | |
| Grown up too soon, grown up too soon | |
| Too many wolves looking up at the moon | |
| Way too clean, too fucking healthy, you know what | |
| I mean Way too rich, every executive son of a bitch | |
| Way too mean, they' re all to eager to feed the machine | |
| Way too smart, gonna come down and break all of our hearts | |
| Way too slick way they schmooze, like to making me sick | |
| Time to leave, wearing your heart on your sleeve | |
| Wearing your heart on your sleeve |