| Song | Bomb Hands |
| Artist | Social Code |
| Album | Social Code |
| 作曲 : Johnston, Social Code ... | |
| With a match in his hands | |
| He breaks down the tallest buildings | |
| He's a bomb and his fuse is always burning | |
| Everything he touches always falls to pieces | |
| The pain and the rage is his everything | |
| I'm tied to your tragedies | |
| I'm tired of your miseries | |
| Swearing on me | |
| Like your bomb hands | |
| Like your bomb hands | |
| Like your bomb hands | |
| Get back, | |
| Get back In the mirror | |
| I see reflections of him laughing | |
| I'd get away, but | |
| I'm handcuffed to his heartbeat | |
| Everything he touches always falls to pieces | |
| The pain and the rage is his everything | |
| I'm tied to your tragedies | |
| I'm tired of your miseries | |
| Swearing on me | |
| Like your bomb hands | |
| Like your bomb hands | |
| Like your bomb hands | |
| Get back, | |
| Get back Match to the flint to the fuse to the fuel | |
| From the spark to the clock as the seconds start to drop | |
| Match to the flint to the fuse to the fuel | |
| From the spark to the clock as the seconds start to drop | |
| Like your bomb hands | |
| Like your bomb hands | |
| Like your bomb hands | |
| Like that, | |
| Like that | |
| Like your bomb hands | |
| Like your bomb hands | |
| Like your bomb hands | |
| Get back, | |
| Get back Tock tick tock tick tock tick tock |
| zuò qǔ : Johnston, Social Code ... | |
| With a match in his hands | |
| He breaks down the tallest buildings | |
| He' s a bomb and his fuse is always burning | |
| Everything he touches always falls to pieces | |
| The pain and the rage is his everything | |
| I' m tied to your tragedies | |
| I' m tired of your miseries | |
| Swearing on me | |
| Like your bomb hands | |
| Like your bomb hands | |
| Like your bomb hands | |
| Get back, | |
| Get back In the mirror | |
| I see reflections of him laughing | |
| I' d get away, but | |
| I' m handcuffed to his heartbeat | |
| Everything he touches always falls to pieces | |
| The pain and the rage is his everything | |
| I' m tied to your tragedies | |
| I' m tired of your miseries | |
| Swearing on me | |
| Like your bomb hands | |
| Like your bomb hands | |
| Like your bomb hands | |
| Get back, | |
| Get back Match to the flint to the fuse to the fuel | |
| From the spark to the clock as the seconds start to drop | |
| Match to the flint to the fuse to the fuel | |
| From the spark to the clock as the seconds start to drop | |
| Like your bomb hands | |
| Like your bomb hands | |
| Like your bomb hands | |
| Like that, | |
| Like that | |
| Like your bomb hands | |
| Like your bomb hands | |
| Like your bomb hands | |
| Get back, | |
| Get back Tock tick tock tick tock tick tock |