歌词：
Trumpet Voice

(Instrumental)

译文: 彼得盖布瑞尔. 画板以小号和语音.

: (Instrumental)

And I'm reckless it's true, but what else can you do At the end of a love affair? So I talk a little too much and I laugh a little too much And my voice

from my voice You want to listen to the kids [unverified] They're halos, soon to be divorced And you're a poor young factory boy Blowing on your trumpet

bloodstream I'm the one drivin' this lush dream Overdose an eye on you, so, don't ever trust me [Verse 2: Madchild] Hang the hang man Jesse James gang

disappear into the potter's ground? When the man comes around Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers One hundred million angels singing Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum Voices calling, voices

of Christ But one by one, they chose to die The Son of God, they would not deny Like a great angelic choir sings I can almost hear their voices ring

Jericho Lose your voices with the sky Draw your swords, the hour is high We sing as one tonight, we sing as one Lose your voices with the sky Draw