| Song | Harnessed In Slums |
| Artist | Archers of Loaf |
| Album | Vee Vee (Deluxe Remaster) |
| 作词 : Bachmann, Gentling, Johnson ... | |
| Too harnessed in slums, to rock you wrap your throat. | |
| Standing over your common ground. | |
| Snuff the leader with the bad assed plan. | |
| Take what you want from the palm of his hand. | |
| We're running joke, running jokes, running dry. | |
| Strip the color from the meat of my eye. | |
| Lick the loser, just don't make him stick. | |
| Lay it on heavy and make the wrong size fit. | |
| I want waste. | |
| We want waste. | |
| They want waste. | |
| Slaves want waste. | |
| Too harnessed in slums, to rock you wrap your throat. | |
| Standing over your common ground. | |
| We're running joke, running jokes, running dry. | |
| Strip the color from the meat of my eye. | |
| I want waste. | |
| They want waste. | |
| We want waste. | |
| They want waste. | |
| Side to side, with the tired smile | |
| Cut into your face. | |
| You let me down for the second time straight. | |
| With thugs and scum and punks and freaks, | |
| Are harnessed in slums but they want to be free. | |
| Snuff the leader with the bad assed plan. | |
| Take what you want from the palm of his hand. | |
| Lick the loser, just don't make him stick. | |
| Lay it on heavy and make the wrong size fit. (?) | |
| I want waste. | |
| We want waste. | |
| They want waste. | |
| Slaves want waste. | |
| Side to side, with the tired smile | |
| Cut into your face. | |
| You let me down for the second time straight. | |
| With thugs and scum and punks and freaks, | |
| Are harnessed in slums, but they want to be free. | |
| (repeat) |
| zuò cí : Bachmann, Gentling, Johnson ... | |
| Too harnessed in slums, to rock you wrap your throat. | |
| Standing over your common ground. | |
| Snuff the leader with the bad assed plan. | |
| Take what you want from the palm of his hand. | |
| We' re running joke, running jokes, running dry. | |
| Strip the color from the meat of my eye. | |
| Lick the loser, just don' t make him stick. | |
| Lay it on heavy and make the wrong size fit. | |
| I want waste. | |
| We want waste. | |
| They want waste. | |
| Slaves want waste. | |
| Too harnessed in slums, to rock you wrap your throat. | |
| Standing over your common ground. | |
| We' re running joke, running jokes, running dry. | |
| Strip the color from the meat of my eye. | |
| I want waste. | |
| They want waste. | |
| We want waste. | |
| They want waste. | |
| Side to side, with the tired smile | |
| Cut into your face. | |
| You let me down for the second time straight. | |
| With thugs and scum and punks and freaks, | |
| Are harnessed in slums but they want to be free. | |
| Snuff the leader with the bad assed plan. | |
| Take what you want from the palm of his hand. | |
| Lick the loser, just don' t make him stick. | |
| Lay it on heavy and make the wrong size fit. ? | |
| I want waste. | |
| We want waste. | |
| They want waste. | |
| Slaves want waste. | |
| Side to side, with the tired smile | |
| Cut into your face. | |
| You let me down for the second time straight. | |
| With thugs and scum and punks and freaks, | |
| Are harnessed in slums, but they want to be free. | |
| repeat |