[00:00.00] 作词 : Brooker, Reid[00:23.28](brooker / reid)[00:25.59]My amazon six-triggered bride[00:27.30]Now searching for a place to hide[00:27.93]Still sees the truth quite easily[00:36.72]But shrouds all else in mystery[00:40.02]While madmen in top hats and tails[00:47.79]Impale themselves on six-inch nails[00:59.91]And some arabian also-ran[01:00.54]Impersonates a watering can[01:01.20]Some santa claus-like face of note[01:24.90]Entreats my ears to set afloat[01:30.99]My feeble sick and weary brain[01:41.31]And i am overcome with shame[01:44.79]And hide inside my overcoat[01:49.98]And hurriedly begin to quote[01:50.82]While some arabian sheikh most grand[03:09.06]Impersonates a hot-dog stand[03:23.10]The red cross ambulance outside[03:30.36]Can only mean that i must hide[03:30.99]'til dusk and finally the night[03:43.83]When i will make a hasty flight[03:45.78]Across the sea and far away[03:54.03]To where the weary exiles stay[03:58.29]And some arabian oil-well[04:30.75]Impersonates a padded cell