[00:00.000] 作曲 : Wells[00:00.300]It's all over the news[00:05.300]Another roadside suicide,another hotel,too[00:13.300]Another public place, another mother's face[00:19.300]I can't see, I can't look, I can't look[00:22.300]But I'm greedy with my freedom[00:26.300]On our heads, on our heads the blood's flowing[00:30.300]We go without looking, but not knowing[00:36.300]In my hands, in my hands, in my hands[00:41.300]Yeah, your loss is my loss,even without my looking[00:50.300]My looking[00:58.300]Around and around and around[01:02.300]I'm calling it, calling it out[01:07.300]Way past ripe into rotten[01:12.300]Spoil no longer, no longer[01:28.300]It's gotten into the air[01:32.300]Yeah, the smell of death is everywhere[01:38.300]It creeps across the ocean[01:43.300]Like a grease fire[01:49.300]It comes pouring down on the crops in the ground[01:54.300]And all through the town it whispers[02:00.300]The names of the ones who have gone before[02:05.300]By the hands of the bombs and the guns and the war[02:10.300]I can't see, I can't look, I can't look[02:14.300]But I'm greedy with my freedom[02:17.300]It's time we start looking[02:27.300]We start looking[02:31.300]We start looking[02:35.300]Around and around and around[02:43.300]I'm calling it, calling it out[02:47.300]Way past ripe into rotten[02:53.300]Spoil no longer, no longer