[00:00.00] 作词 : Roger Waters
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Roger Waters
[00:12.21]If I had been God
[00:18.79]I would have rearranged the veins in the face
[00:21.94]to make them more resistant to alcohol and less prone to ageing
[00:32.65]If I had been God
[00:37.14]I would have sired many sons
[00:39.70]And I would not have suffered the Romans to kill even one of them
[00:47.79]If I had been God
[00:53.29]With my staff and my rod
[01:11.44]If I had been given the nod
[01:15.43]I believe I could have done a better job
[01:25.72]If I were a drone
[01:32.51]Patrolling foreign skies
[01:38.78]With my electronic eyes for guidance
[01:48.02]And the element of surprise
[01:53.72]I would be afraid to find someone home
[02:16.42]Maybe a woman at a stove
[02:21.77]Baking bread, making rice
[02:25.07]Or just boiling down some bones
[02:32.89]If I were a drone
[02:36.39]Lay down Jerusalem
[02:42.64]Lay your burden down
[02:50.42]Lay down Jerusalem
[02:57.68]Lay your burden down
[03:07.30]The temple's in ruins
[03:10.82]The bankers get fat
[03:12.79]The buffalo's gone
[03:14.55]And the mountain top's flat
[03:16.43]The trout in the streams are all hermaphrodites
[03:19.85]You lean to the left but you walk to the right
[03:25.46]And it feels like déjà vu
[03:30.76]The sun goes down and I'm still missing you
[03:38.06]Counting the cost of love that got lost
[03:45.45]And under my Gulf Stream, in circular balls
[03:49.63]There's ninety-nine cents worth of drunkards and fools

作词 : Roger Waters
作曲 : Roger Waters
If I had been God
I would have rearranged the veins in the face
to make them more resistant to alcohol and less prone to ageing
If I had been God
I would have sired many sons
And I would not have suffered the Romans to kill even one of them
If I had been God
With my staff and my rod
If I had been given the nod
I believe I could have done a better job
If I were a drone
Patrolling foreign skies
With my electronic eyes for guidance
And the element of surprise
I would be afraid to find someone home
Maybe a woman at a stove
Baking bread, making rice
Or just boiling down some bones
If I were a drone
Lay down Jerusalem
Lay your burden down
Lay down Jerusalem
Lay your burden down
The temple's in ruins
The bankers get fat
The buffalo's gone
And the mountain top's flat
The trout in the streams are all hermaphrodites
You lean to the left but you walk to the right
And it feels like déjà vu
The sun goes down and I'm still missing you
Counting the cost of love that got lost
And under my Gulf Stream, in circular balls
There's ninety-nine cents worth of drunkards and fools