| 作词 : Esch, Konietzko, Schulz, Watts | |
| I keep account of my hits and my misses | |
| The bottle makes the final call | |
| Fuel me with some of your kisses | |
| Turn towards the weeping wall | |
| Distilled within your discipline | |
| Return to go and start again | |
| Bleeding on your hallowed ground | |
| I'm gonna lay this sodden soul right down in... | |
| Spit sperm spit | |
| Your TV is my teacher | |
| Confessional and preacher | |
| Forgive me lord for all this hate | |
| I simply am inebriate | |
| See the gun | |
| Pick it up | |
| All day long you'll have good luck | |
| See the gun | |
| Let it lie | |
| You'll want that gun before you die | |
| Spit sperm | |
| This moral bankrupt stinking vat | |
| Spit sperm | |
| Of shit-fueled lies and empty highs | |
| Spit sperm | |
| Bled between these piss stained lines | |
| Spit sperm | |
| And hid behind my glazing eyes |
| zuo ci : Esch, Konietzko, Schulz, Watts | |
| I keep account of my hits and my misses | |
| The bottle makes the final call | |
| Fuel me with some of your kisses | |
| Turn towards the weeping wall | |
| Distilled within your discipline | |
| Return to go and start again | |
| Bleeding on your hallowed ground | |
| I' m gonna lay this sodden soul right down in... | |
| Spit sperm spit | |
| Your TV is my teacher | |
| Confessional and preacher | |
| Forgive me lord for all this hate | |
| I simply am inebriate | |
| See the gun | |
| Pick it up | |
| All day long you' ll have good luck | |
| See the gun | |
| Let it lie | |
| You' ll want that gun before you die | |
| Spit sperm | |
| This moral bankrupt stinking vat | |
| Spit sperm | |
| Of shitfueled lies and empty highs | |
| Spit sperm | |
| Bled between these piss stained lines | |
| Spit sperm | |
| And hid behind my glazing eyes |
| zuò cí : Esch, Konietzko, Schulz, Watts | |
| I keep account of my hits and my misses | |
| The bottle makes the final call | |
| Fuel me with some of your kisses | |
| Turn towards the weeping wall | |
| Distilled within your discipline | |
| Return to go and start again | |
| Bleeding on your hallowed ground | |
| I' m gonna lay this sodden soul right down in... | |
| Spit sperm spit | |
| Your TV is my teacher | |
| Confessional and preacher | |
| Forgive me lord for all this hate | |
| I simply am inebriate | |
| See the gun | |
| Pick it up | |
| All day long you' ll have good luck | |
| See the gun | |
| Let it lie | |
| You' ll want that gun before you die | |
| Spit sperm | |
| This moral bankrupt stinking vat | |
| Spit sperm | |
| Of shitfueled lies and empty highs | |
| Spit sperm | |
| Bled between these piss stained lines | |
| Spit sperm | |
| And hid behind my glazing eyes |