歌手:Joy Division
专辑:《Leigh Rock Festival 1979》


Born from some mothers womb
Just like any other room.

Made a promise for a new life.

Made a victim out of your life.
When your times on the door
And it drips to the floor
And you feel you can touch
All the noise is too much
And the seeds that are sown
Are no longer your own.

Just a minor operation

To force a final ultimatum.

Thousand words are spoken loud

Reach the dumb to fool the crowd.

When you walk down the street
And the sounds not so sweet
And you wish you could hide
Maybe go for a ride
To some peep show arcade
Where the futures not made.

A nightmare situation

Infiltrate imagination

Smacks of past holy wars
By the wall with broken laws.

The leaders of men

Born out of your frustration.

The leaders of men

Just a strange infatuation.
The leaders of men

Made a promise for a new life.

No saviour for our sakes

To twist the internees of hate

Self induced manipulation

To crush all thoughts of mass salvation.