| Song | S.S.D.D. |
| Artist | Alabama Thunderpussy |
| Album | Staring at the Divine |
| 作曲 : Alabama Thunderpussy | |
| Through the years of chasing dreams | |
| Steady moving onward in our 350 | |
| Still broke as hell but enjoying the routine | |
| Sure a couple of faces changed | |
| Must have been for the best 'cause I can't complain | |
| When everyone's still giving 100% | |
| Our times together get better as we see the world through glass and mirrors | |
| Seems like when we're on the road the troubles back home disappear | |
| 6 in all ready to brawl for a sleazy motel bed | |
| If we can't have that a friend's floor is fine | |
| We just need a few hours of rest | |
| Could you help us with that? | |
| Early morning wake with a band mates shake | |
| Half asleep beside another's feet | |
| The daylong drive to a nightclub dive | |
| Repeating the process tomorrow and the night after several weeks straight | |
| Now everyone's been sick at least once or twice | |
| My pleasant queen-size sure sounds nice | |
| After a month of drunken humor our jokes get old like our wardrobes | |
| And we're ready to make our way back to the southern border |
| zuò qǔ : Alabama Thunderpussy | |
| Through the years of chasing dreams | |
| Steady moving onward in our 350 | |
| Still broke as hell but enjoying the routine | |
| Sure a couple of faces changed | |
| Must have been for the best ' cause I can' t complain | |
| When everyone' s still giving 100 | |
| Our times together get better as we see the world through glass and mirrors | |
| Seems like when we' re on the road the troubles back home disappear | |
| 6 in all ready to brawl for a sleazy motel bed | |
| If we can' t have that a friend' s floor is fine | |
| We just need a few hours of rest | |
| Could you help us with that? | |
| Early morning wake with a band mates shake | |
| Half asleep beside another' s feet | |
| The daylong drive to a nightclub dive | |
| Repeating the process tomorrow and the night after several weeks straight | |
| Now everyone' s been sick at least once or twice | |
| My pleasant queensize sure sounds nice | |
| After a month of drunken humor our jokes get old like our wardrobes | |
| And we' re ready to make our way back to the southern border |