he had white horses and ladies by the score all dressed in satin and willing by the door oooh, what a lucky man he was oooh, what a lucky man he was white face and feathers they made up his bed a gold-covered mattress on which he was laid oooh, what a lucky man he was oooh, what a lucky man he was he went to fight wars for his country and his king barbizona and his glory the people would sing oooh, what a lucky man he was oooh, what a lucky man he was a bullet had found him his blood ran as he cried no money could save him so he lay down and he died oooh, what a lucky man he was oooh, what a lucky man he was do you want to be an angel, do you want to be a star, do you want to play some magic on my guitar? do you want to be a poet, do you want to be my string? you could be anything. do you want to be the lover of another undercover? you can even be the man on the moon. do you want to be the player? do you want to be the string? let me tell you something, it just don't mean a thing. you see it really doesn't matter when you're buried in disguise by the dark glass on your eyes. though your flesh has crystallized, still... you turn me on. still... you turn me on. do you want to be the pillow where i lay my head, do you want to be the feathers lying in my bed? do you want to be a colour cover magazing; create a scene. every day a little sadder, a little madder, someone get me a ladder. do you want to be the singer. do you want to be the song? let me tell you something you just couldn't be more wrong. you see i really have to tell you that it all gets so intense. from my experience it just doesn't seem to make sence, still... you turn me on. still... you turn me on. 这是今天晚上 你点的两首歌。 emerson, lake and palmer.