| Song | The Jitters |
| Artist | The Dismemberment Plan |
| Album | Emergency & I |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Dismemberment Plan | |
| No one means what they say | |
| And you can tell as clear as deep-sea fish | |
| All internal organs and glowing eyes | |
| I’ve been good, | |
| I’ve been busy | |
| I’ve realized my friend’s true intentions | |
| Cut all ties | |
| I’ve been doing ten thousand pushups a day | |
| Plastic cube filled with pus that sits atop my supervisor’s desk | |
| The feeling of ice on the inside of a wrist | |
| Always tired, need a nap | |
| I have to make myself brush my teeth | |
| I’ve made a list of everything | |
| I’ve ever owned | |
| When the days bring nothing new | |
| And the sound of laughter makes you sick | |
| And snide | |
| You know you’ve got the jitters | |
| Nothing’s wrong, | |
| I’m just fine | |
| I’ve realized | |
| I just don’t like jokes | |
| I’m thinking of moving | |
| I can’t call anyone back | |
| You can tell every time they lean away | |
| When you just want to talk | |
| You couldn’t buy their interest now | |
| Stolen cars in a heap | |
| A naked body on the neighbor’s yard | |
| When they let you down on cue | |
| When you give up way before you even try | |
| You know you’ve got | |
| You’ve got the jitters | |
| They glows as they near | |
| Then disappear | |
| Like highway signs on a starless night | |
| And it’s so hard to tell who’s being fled | |
| And who’s in flight |
| zuo qu : Dismemberment Plan | |
| No one means what they say | |
| And you can tell as clear as deepsea fish | |
| All internal organs and glowing eyes | |
| I' ve been good, | |
| I' ve been busy | |
| I' ve realized my friend' s true intentions | |
| Cut all ties | |
| I' ve been doing ten thousand pushups a day | |
| Plastic cube filled with pus that sits atop my supervisor' s desk | |
| The feeling of ice on the inside of a wrist | |
| Always tired, need a nap | |
| I have to make myself brush my teeth | |
| I' ve made a list of everything | |
| I' ve ever owned | |
| When the days bring nothing new | |
| And the sound of laughter makes you sick | |
| And snide | |
| You know you' ve got the jitters | |
| Nothing' s wrong, | |
| I' m just fine | |
| I' ve realized | |
| I just don' t like jokes | |
| I' m thinking of moving | |
| I can' t call anyone back | |
| You can tell every time they lean away | |
| When you just want to talk | |
| You couldn' t buy their interest now | |
| Stolen cars in a heap | |
| A naked body on the neighbor' s yard | |
| When they let you down on cue | |
| When you give up way before you even try | |
| You know you' ve got | |
| You' ve got the jitters | |
| They glows as they near | |
| Then disappear | |
| Like highway signs on a starless night | |
| And it' s so hard to tell who' s being fled | |
| And who' s in flight |
| zuò qǔ : Dismemberment Plan | |
| No one means what they say | |
| And you can tell as clear as deepsea fish | |
| All internal organs and glowing eyes | |
| I' ve been good, | |
| I' ve been busy | |
| I' ve realized my friend' s true intentions | |
| Cut all ties | |
| I' ve been doing ten thousand pushups a day | |
| Plastic cube filled with pus that sits atop my supervisor' s desk | |
| The feeling of ice on the inside of a wrist | |
| Always tired, need a nap | |
| I have to make myself brush my teeth | |
| I' ve made a list of everything | |
| I' ve ever owned | |
| When the days bring nothing new | |
| And the sound of laughter makes you sick | |
| And snide | |
| You know you' ve got the jitters | |
| Nothing' s wrong, | |
| I' m just fine | |
| I' ve realized | |
| I just don' t like jokes | |
| I' m thinking of moving | |
| I can' t call anyone back | |
| You can tell every time they lean away | |
| When you just want to talk | |
| You couldn' t buy their interest now | |
| Stolen cars in a heap | |
| A naked body on the neighbor' s yard | |
| When they let you down on cue | |
| When you give up way before you even try | |
| You know you' ve got | |
| You' ve got the jitters | |
| They glows as they near | |
| Then disappear | |
| Like highway signs on a starless night | |
| And it' s so hard to tell who' s being fled | |
| And who' s in flight |