| Song | All of Our Lives Will Get Tried |
| Artist | Superjoint Ritual |
| Album | Use Once and Destroy |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Superjoint Ritual | |
| Sweet spoon pussy, working your tongue | |
| In a circular motion | |
| Tie it off, cause it will bleed | |
| There is no sound in here | |
| A dim bulb swinging slowly | |
| As I'm looking down, it's my life that gets tested | |
| As I said before, it's me hanging inside the whipping cell | |
| The brightness surrounds us in spite of | |
| Hell All our lives will get tried | |
| Sugar cut eighty-eight percent, doggy style pin prick | |
| Seventies bush, eighties bald | |
| There is no sound in here | |
| A dim bulb swinging slowly | |
| There went my precious self | |
| Last chance to see where prayer will lead you... | |
| As I'm looking down, it's my life that gets tested | |
| As I said before, it's me hanging inside the whipping cell | |
| The brightness surrounds us in spite of | |
| Hell All our lives will get tried | |
| Test it, study it | |
| Think about it when you're lying in a ditch |
| zuo qu : Superjoint Ritual | |
| Sweet spoon pussy, working your tongue | |
| In a circular motion | |
| Tie it off, cause it will bleed | |
| There is no sound in here | |
| A dim bulb swinging slowly | |
| As I' m looking down, it' s my life that gets tested | |
| As I said before, it' s me hanging inside the whipping cell | |
| The brightness surrounds us in spite of | |
| Hell All our lives will get tried | |
| Sugar cut eightyeight percent, doggy style pin prick | |
| Seventies bush, eighties bald | |
| There is no sound in here | |
| A dim bulb swinging slowly | |
| There went my precious self | |
| Last chance to see where prayer will lead you... | |
| As I' m looking down, it' s my life that gets tested | |
| As I said before, it' s me hanging inside the whipping cell | |
| The brightness surrounds us in spite of | |
| Hell All our lives will get tried | |
| Test it, study it | |
| Think about it when you' re lying in a ditch |
| zuò qǔ : Superjoint Ritual | |
| Sweet spoon pussy, working your tongue | |
| In a circular motion | |
| Tie it off, cause it will bleed | |
| There is no sound in here | |
| A dim bulb swinging slowly | |
| As I' m looking down, it' s my life that gets tested | |
| As I said before, it' s me hanging inside the whipping cell | |
| The brightness surrounds us in spite of | |
| Hell All our lives will get tried | |
| Sugar cut eightyeight percent, doggy style pin prick | |
| Seventies bush, eighties bald | |
| There is no sound in here | |
| A dim bulb swinging slowly | |
| There went my precious self | |
| Last chance to see where prayer will lead you... | |
| As I' m looking down, it' s my life that gets tested | |
| As I said before, it' s me hanging inside the whipping cell | |
| The brightness surrounds us in spite of | |
| Hell All our lives will get tried | |
| Test it, study it | |
| Think about it when you' re lying in a ditch |