| Song | Microwave Made |
| Artist | Royal Trux |
| Album | Sweet Sixteen |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hagerty, Herrema | |
| She's got juice ripe and ready | |
| Soaking her sleeve | |
| It's good to sleep when you need an answer | |
| Ready to receive | |
| I wasn't looking at the mountain | |
| When I burned my hand on the stove | |
| I don't want to sell death short | |
| But life is starting to take hold | |
| (chorus) | |
| We can stay for a couple days | |
| Maybe make a few friends | |
| If the price of time is right | |
| We'll end up owning it again | |
| From jackshit southern Indiana | |
| To the Cascade Mountain range | |
| I passed her up on the interstate | |
| The model of her car had changed | |
| It was old but she looked pretty in it | |
| Turning her head to right the land | |
| I knew we'd meet her once again | |
| She looked like she was in command | |
| (chorus) | |
| Hanging in a ditch behind court two | |
| With the dandelion grass and clover | |
| Cracking back the hours slowly | |
| To erase the longing doubts | |
| Before the veil is closed, gonna get out | |
| Before the veil is closed, gonna get out | |
| Gonna get out before the veil is closed | |
| Burnt black spraycan lay in state | |
| I'd used it to write my name | |
| Like a Texas lamb anticipating the clear left lane | |
| Now I'm going to take from you the apple | |
| And give back something more then food | |
| But first you gotta promise you're gonna share it | |
| Even though it feels this good | |
| (chorus) |
| zuo ci : Hagerty, Herrema | |
| She' s got juice ripe and ready | |
| Soaking her sleeve | |
| It' s good to sleep when you need an answer | |
| Ready to receive | |
| I wasn' t looking at the mountain | |
| When I burned my hand on the stove | |
| I don' t want to sell death short | |
| But life is starting to take hold | |
| chorus | |
| We can stay for a couple days | |
| Maybe make a few friends | |
| If the price of time is right | |
| We' ll end up owning it again | |
| From jackshit southern Indiana | |
| To the Cascade Mountain range | |
| I passed her up on the interstate | |
| The model of her car had changed | |
| It was old but she looked pretty in it | |
| Turning her head to right the land | |
| I knew we' d meet her once again | |
| She looked like she was in command | |
| chorus | |
| Hanging in a ditch behind court two | |
| With the dandelion grass and clover | |
| Cracking back the hours slowly | |
| To erase the longing doubts | |
| Before the veil is closed, gonna get out | |
| Before the veil is closed, gonna get out | |
| Gonna get out before the veil is closed | |
| Burnt black spraycan lay in state | |
| I' d used it to write my name | |
| Like a Texas lamb anticipating the clear left lane | |
| Now I' m going to take from you the apple | |
| And give back something more then food | |
| But first you gotta promise you' re gonna share it | |
| Even though it feels this good | |
| chorus |
| zuò cí : Hagerty, Herrema | |
| She' s got juice ripe and ready | |
| Soaking her sleeve | |
| It' s good to sleep when you need an answer | |
| Ready to receive | |
| I wasn' t looking at the mountain | |
| When I burned my hand on the stove | |
| I don' t want to sell death short | |
| But life is starting to take hold | |
| chorus | |
| We can stay for a couple days | |
| Maybe make a few friends | |
| If the price of time is right | |
| We' ll end up owning it again | |
| From jackshit southern Indiana | |
| To the Cascade Mountain range | |
| I passed her up on the interstate | |
| The model of her car had changed | |
| It was old but she looked pretty in it | |
| Turning her head to right the land | |
| I knew we' d meet her once again | |
| She looked like she was in command | |
| chorus | |
| Hanging in a ditch behind court two | |
| With the dandelion grass and clover | |
| Cracking back the hours slowly | |
| To erase the longing doubts | |
| Before the veil is closed, gonna get out | |
| Before the veil is closed, gonna get out | |
| Gonna get out before the veil is closed | |
| Burnt black spraycan lay in state | |
| I' d used it to write my name | |
| Like a Texas lamb anticipating the clear left lane | |
| Now I' m going to take from you the apple | |
| And give back something more then food | |
| But first you gotta promise you' re gonna share it | |
| Even though it feels this good | |
| chorus |