[00:00.00] 作词 : MORRISSEY, STEVEN PATRICK[00:01.00] 作曲 : MORRISSEY, STEVEN PATRICK[00:28.41]The joy brings many things[00:32.70]It cannot bring you joy[00:39.75]Sons of mothers huddle here[00:42.18]Men and boys[00:53.52]1850 swung the doors[00:58.20]And human sewage swept inside[01:03.39]Where victims speak in whines[01:09.69]And where the hardened cried[01:14.43]I was sent here by a 3 foot half-wit in a wig[01:26.07]I took his insults on the chin, and never did I flinch[01:37.62]A swagger hides the fear in here[01:42.96]By this rule we breathe[01:48.69]And there is no one on this earth[01:54.33]Who I’d feel sad to leave[01:56.94]You see we all lose[01:57.27]We all lose[02:25.32]What those in power do to you[02:29.85]Reminds us at a glance[02:36.30]How humans hate each others guts[02:41.49]And show it given a chance[02:46.83]We never say aloud the things[02:53.10]That we say in our prayers[03:01.35]Cause no one cares[03:11.04]Many executed here[03:18.09]By the awful lawfully good[03:22.47]But the only thing that makes me cry[03:28.38]Is when I see the sky[03:34.47]Brendan Behan's laughter rings[03:40.29]For what he had or hadn’t done[03:45.81]For he knew then as I know now[03:51.63]That for each and every one of us[03:59.67]We all lose[04:00.66]Rich or poor, we all lose[04:03.78]Rich or poor, they all lose