| Song | A Toast to the Happy Couple |
| Artist | The Jim Yoshii Pile-Up |
| Album | Picks Us Apart |
| 作曲 : Jim Yoshii Pile-Up | |
| Now that it's done. | |
| Now that it's all gone wrong. | |
| Now that it's all gone so horribly well. | |
| I'm writing you will; | |
| To my father black and blue, | |
| I leave a blood stained mattress, | |
| Lifeless handshakes. | |
| To my mother with her head to the wall, | |
| Yeah I tried for you, | |
| Failed to do the simplest things, | |
| That somehow mean the most. | |
| Yes it's those little things, | |
| That fuck me up the most. | |
| Oh, in a way, it's funny. | |
| In a way, it's filthy. | |
| Yeah it's funny how, | |
| It kills me so. | |
| Can't let go. | |
| You wont remember my name, | |
| Six short monthes from now. | |
| They'll call me insane. | |
| If only we'd dare, | |
| To light the torches and sharpen the pikes, | |
| To bring an axe to the public square, | |
| To pick the branches bare. | |
| To the doctors who kill, | |
| I leave judgements that stink. | |
| And to the boys bleeding out on the sidewalk, | |
| Yeah I promise you, | |
| I speak the truth thats new to you. | |
| Oh no, I promise you you're not the only ones. | |
| Oh in a way its funny. | |
| In a way its filthy. | |
| Yeah its funny how, | |
| It kills me so. | |
| Can't let go. | |
| You wont remember my name, | |
| Six short monthes from now. | |
| They'll call me insane. | |
| I'm thinking of us both now. | |
| I'm thinking of us both now. | |
| I'm thinking of us both now. | |
| I'm thinking of us both now. | |
| You are all hereby formally indicted. | |
| You are all hereby formally indicted. | |
| You are all hereby formally indicted. | |
| I'm thinking of us both now. |
| zuò qǔ : Jim Yoshii PileUp | |
| Now that it' s done. | |
| Now that it' s all gone wrong. | |
| Now that it' s all gone so horribly well. | |
| I' m writing you will | |
| To my father black and blue, | |
| I leave a blood stained mattress, | |
| Lifeless handshakes. | |
| To my mother with her head to the wall, | |
| Yeah I tried for you, | |
| Failed to do the simplest things, | |
| That somehow mean the most. | |
| Yes it' s those little things, | |
| That fuck me up the most. | |
| Oh, in a way, it' s funny. | |
| In a way, it' s filthy. | |
| Yeah it' s funny how, | |
| It kills me so. | |
| Can' t let go. | |
| You wont remember my name, | |
| Six short monthes from now. | |
| They' ll call me insane. | |
| If only we' d dare, | |
| To light the torches and sharpen the pikes, | |
| To bring an axe to the public square, | |
| To pick the branches bare. | |
| To the doctors who kill, | |
| I leave judgements that stink. | |
| And to the boys bleeding out on the sidewalk, | |
| Yeah I promise you, | |
| I speak the truth thats new to you. | |
| Oh no, I promise you you' re not the only ones. | |
| Oh in a way its funny. | |
| In a way its filthy. | |
| Yeah its funny how, | |
| It kills me so. | |
| Can' t let go. | |
| You wont remember my name, | |
| Six short monthes from now. | |
| They' ll call me insane. | |
| I' m thinking of us both now. | |
| I' m thinking of us both now. | |
| I' m thinking of us both now. | |
| I' m thinking of us both now. | |
| You are all hereby formally indicted. | |
| You are all hereby formally indicted. | |
| You are all hereby formally indicted. | |
| I' m thinking of us both now. |