| Song | Culture Clash City |
| Artist | Southgang |
| Album | Group Therapy |
| 作曲 : Harte, Walker | |
| (lyrics：j. harte, music：b. walker) | |
| Everybody wants a shot in culture clash city. | |
| Cut throats sell their souls to taste a little piece. | |
| A rat race melting pot, boiling without pity. | |
| The tinsel town fools the fools and brings them to their knees. | |
| Japanese business man makes the market steal. | |
| While the long haired hippie deadhead on the corner makes a deal. | |
| Small town girl with starry eyes, desperate for a break. | |
| Vicious slick tongue vultures circling for the take. | |
| Fortune, fame, hypnotize. success is all that matters. | |
| A game of chance, they risk it all to find what they are after. | |
| In the city of winners and losers＃ | |
| Dreams come true, but only for a few. | |
| Cus' life's a crap shoot in culture clash city. | |
| From all over the world, from your town to mine. | |
| They pay the price, to roll the dice, in culture clash city. | |
| Trying to find a way to slice a piece of the pie. | |
| Sky scraper castle, jewish penthouse king. | |
| Puerto rican grifter making dirty money stings. | |
| Smell the dollar in the air and everywhere in sight. | |
| Cold cash hungry connoisseurs savor every bite. | |
| Neon nights, mesmerize, seducing like a lover. | |
| A poison drug that sucks them in and hooks them like no other. | |
| In the city of angels, dreams come true, but only for a few. | |
| (chorus) | |
| Black is white, there's no wrong or right. | |
| It's a dirty fight to the top, don't stop. | |
| No one cares who gets burned to get there. | |
| So many faces, races, from different places, | |
| Draw their cards play those aces. | |
| In the city of winners and losers, | |
| Dreams come true, but only for a few. | |
| (chorus) |
| zuò qǔ : Harte, Walker | |
| lyrics: j. harte, music: b. walker | |
| Everybody wants a shot in culture clash city. | |
| Cut throats sell their souls to taste a little piece. | |
| A rat race melting pot, boiling without pity. | |
| The tinsel town fools the fools and brings them to their knees. | |
| Japanese business man makes the market steal. | |
| While the long haired hippie deadhead on the corner makes a deal. | |
| Small town girl with starry eyes, desperate for a break. | |
| Vicious slick tongue vultures circling for the take. | |
| Fortune, fame, hypnotize. success is all that matters. | |
| A game of chance, they risk it all to find what they are after. | |
| In the city of winners and losers | |
| Dreams come true, but only for a few. | |
| Cus' life' s a crap shoot in culture clash city. | |
| From all over the world, from your town to mine. | |
| They pay the price, to roll the dice, in culture clash city. | |
| Trying to find a way to slice a piece of the pie. | |
| Sky scraper castle, jewish penthouse king. | |
| Puerto rican grifter making dirty money stings. | |
| Smell the dollar in the air and everywhere in sight. | |
| Cold cash hungry connoisseurs savor every bite. | |
| Neon nights, mesmerize, seducing like a lover. | |
| A poison drug that sucks them in and hooks them like no other. | |
| In the city of angels, dreams come true, but only for a few. | |
| chorus | |
| Black is white, there' s no wrong or right. | |
| It' s a dirty fight to the top, don' t stop. | |
| No one cares who gets burned to get there. | |
| So many faces, races, from different places, | |
| Draw their cards play those aces. | |
| In the city of winners and losers, | |
| Dreams come true, but only for a few. | |
| chorus |