| Song | Wingo Lamo |
| Artist | The Gits |
| Album | Frenching the Bully [C/Z] |
| 作词 : Gits | |
| When I'm going into the bar, | |
| I'm there trying to ignore | |
| this terror in me, I can't set it free | |
| I can't make any sense | |
| unless it's in a song | |
| and every time I try to feel | |
| I only seem to wake up lifeless | |
| where would it ever end | |
| when we fall to our own demand | |
| It takes up your life | |
| and throws it like dice | |
| each time we fail, | |
| it never gets over looked | |
| When you're thinking that the cards lay forward | |
| it takes up your answers | |
| with no second chances | |
| Immobilized by the torment | |
| it hits so hard, there's nothing more I can take | |
| Needing each breath just to make it through | |
| there's nothing more I'm expected to do | |
| there's nothing worse than hating yourself | |
| and parading around like you're somebody else | |
| I wish that it would just all go to hell | |
| Wanting some time just to be by myself |
| zuò cí : Gits | |
| When I' m going into the bar, | |
| I' m there trying to ignore | |
| this terror in me, I can' t set it free | |
| I can' t make any sense | |
| unless it' s in a song | |
| and every time I try to feel | |
| I only seem to wake up lifeless | |
| where would it ever end | |
| when we fall to our own demand | |
| It takes up your life | |
| and throws it like dice | |
| each time we fail, | |
| it never gets over looked | |
| When you' re thinking that the cards lay forward | |
| it takes up your answers | |
| with no second chances | |
| Immobilized by the torment | |
| it hits so hard, there' s nothing more I can take | |
| Needing each breath just to make it through | |
| there' s nothing more I' m expected to do | |
| there' s nothing worse than hating yourself | |
| and parading around like you' re somebody else | |
| I wish that it would just all go to hell | |
| Wanting some time just to be by myself |