| Song | Stumblefoot |
| Artist | Tourniquet |
| Album | Crawl to China |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Kirkpatrick | |
| Deep in that cranial psycho vault | |
| The thought you are to be sans fault | |
| It ain't meant to happen on our own | |
| The consequence of diligence | |
| Without Him will show all the dents | |
| That's why our eyes are always on the throne | |
| What's wrong with me, what's wrong with you | |
| How many times we've fallen through | |
| The thin dev-ice of foolish thinking | |
| All along our pride is sinking | |
| The smoothness of another day | |
| Convice me that I'm on my way | |
| At 3 P.M. it all falls flat | |
| I realize I ain't all dat | |
| Stumble foot foot stumble | |
| As your ideals start to crumble | |
| Stumble soot foot fumble | |
| Just another chance to be humble | |
| Stumble foot foot stumble | |
| As your ideals start to crumble | |
| The consequence of diligence | |
| Without Him will show all the dents | |
| You point out others' sins overt | |
| Under the carpet, sweep your dirt |
| zuo ci : Kirkpatrick | |
| Deep in that cranial psycho vault | |
| The thought you are to be sans fault | |
| It ain' t meant to happen on our own | |
| The consequence of diligence | |
| Without Him will show all the dents | |
| That' s why our eyes are always on the throne | |
| What' s wrong with me, what' s wrong with you | |
| How many times we' ve fallen through | |
| The thin device of foolish thinking | |
| All along our pride is sinking | |
| The smoothness of another day | |
| Convice me that I' m on my way | |
| At 3 P. M. it all falls flat | |
| I realize I ain' t all dat | |
| Stumble foot foot stumble | |
| As your ideals start to crumble | |
| Stumble soot foot fumble | |
| Just another chance to be humble | |
| Stumble foot foot stumble | |
| As your ideals start to crumble | |
| The consequence of diligence | |
| Without Him will show all the dents | |
| You point out others' sins overt | |
| Under the carpet, sweep your dirt |
| zuò cí : Kirkpatrick | |
| Deep in that cranial psycho vault | |
| The thought you are to be sans fault | |
| It ain' t meant to happen on our own | |
| The consequence of diligence | |
| Without Him will show all the dents | |
| That' s why our eyes are always on the throne | |
| What' s wrong with me, what' s wrong with you | |
| How many times we' ve fallen through | |
| The thin device of foolish thinking | |
| All along our pride is sinking | |
| The smoothness of another day | |
| Convice me that I' m on my way | |
| At 3 P. M. it all falls flat | |
| I realize I ain' t all dat | |
| Stumble foot foot stumble | |
| As your ideals start to crumble | |
| Stumble soot foot fumble | |
| Just another chance to be humble | |
| Stumble foot foot stumble | |
| As your ideals start to crumble | |
| The consequence of diligence | |
| Without Him will show all the dents | |
| You point out others' sins overt | |
| Under the carpet, sweep your dirt |