| Song | Flapping Your Broken Wings |
| Artist | The Handsome Family |
| Album | Last Days of Wonder |
| 作词 : Sparks, Sparks | |
| I can still see you there in your grass-stained underwear | |
| Dancing crooked circles around the golf course green | |
| It must have been three AM when we hopped that chain link fence | |
| And ran across the grass in the pouring rain | |
| Oh, and you kept falling down | |
| And rolling on the ground | |
| Like a drunken little bird | |
| Flapping its broken wings | |
| Flapping your broken wings | |
| Flapping your broken wings | |
| Flapping your broken wings | |
| In the green, green grass | |
| As with pilgrims with axes, never seen the devil dancing | |
| In the silent branches of thousand year old trees | |
| As they sailed up the wild coast, leaning from their wooden boat | |
| Shooting every pretty bird that rose up from the ****s | |
| When the sun began to rise I could see it in your eyes | |
| And shining on the golf balls lying in the grass | |
| And a rusted chain link fence, a golf cart in a ditch | |
| And the colored flags you pulled from all the holes | |
| Like jewels on your green dress | |
| My lady of the golf course | |
| Running in your underwear | |
| To greet the cops who'd driven up | |
| Flapping your broken wings | |
| Flapping your broken wings | |
| Flapping your broken wings | |
| In the green, green grass | |
| Flapping your broken wings | |
| Flapping your broken wings | |
| Flapping your broken wings | |
| In the green, green grass |
| zuò cí : Sparks, Sparks | |
| I can still see you there in your grassstained underwear | |
| Dancing crooked circles around the golf course green | |
| It must have been three AM when we hopped that chain link fence | |
| And ran across the grass in the pouring rain | |
| Oh, and you kept falling down | |
| And rolling on the ground | |
| Like a drunken little bird | |
| Flapping its broken wings | |
| Flapping your broken wings | |
| Flapping your broken wings | |
| Flapping your broken wings | |
| In the green, green grass | |
| As with pilgrims with axes, never seen the devil dancing | |
| In the silent branches of thousand year old trees | |
| As they sailed up the wild coast, leaning from their wooden boat | |
| Shooting every pretty bird that rose up from the s | |
| When the sun began to rise I could see it in your eyes | |
| And shining on the golf balls lying in the grass | |
| And a rusted chain link fence, a golf cart in a ditch | |
| And the colored flags you pulled from all the holes | |
| Like jewels on your green dress | |
| My lady of the golf course | |
| Running in your underwear | |
| To greet the cops who' d driven up | |
| Flapping your broken wings | |
| Flapping your broken wings | |
| Flapping your broken wings | |
| In the green, green grass | |
| Flapping your broken wings | |
| Flapping your broken wings | |
| Flapping your broken wings | |
| In the green, green grass |