| Song | Sanchez |
| Artist | Calexico |
| Album | Scraping [live] |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Burns, Convertino | |
| Going on their lands for sale to stake my claim | |
| Burn my name in the soil | |
| Out past the borders beyond the hill | |
| Through seasons of nothing | |
| Safe for the self-destructive world | |
| Memories get altered | |
| No point of reference to hold | |
| And it feels like someone is watching | |
| Asi tear into the skin of innoncence | |
| And decadence for awhile | |
| So we settled in and half the veins where blood runs pure | |
| Troubled the cure for a short while | |
| Out in the dust they suffocate the sprawl and greed | |
| Bent on breed and stare | |
| And children stare | |
| Stare through shiny little boxes | |
| Over landscape that is quickly foiled |
| zuo ci : Burns, Convertino | |
| Going on their lands for sale to stake my claim | |
| Burn my name in the soil | |
| Out past the borders beyond the hill | |
| Through seasons of nothing | |
| Safe for the selfdestructive world | |
| Memories get altered | |
| No point of reference to hold | |
| And it feels like someone is watching | |
| Asi tear into the skin of innoncence | |
| And decadence for awhile | |
| So we settled in and half the veins where blood runs pure | |
| Troubled the cure for a short while | |
| Out in the dust they suffocate the sprawl and greed | |
| Bent on breed and stare | |
| And children stare | |
| Stare through shiny little boxes | |
| Over landscape that is quickly foiled |
| zuò cí : Burns, Convertino | |
| Going on their lands for sale to stake my claim | |
| Burn my name in the soil | |
| Out past the borders beyond the hill | |
| Through seasons of nothing | |
| Safe for the selfdestructive world | |
| Memories get altered | |
| No point of reference to hold | |
| And it feels like someone is watching | |
| Asi tear into the skin of innoncence | |
| And decadence for awhile | |
| So we settled in and half the veins where blood runs pure | |
| Troubled the cure for a short while | |
| Out in the dust they suffocate the sprawl and greed | |
| Bent on breed and stare | |
| And children stare | |
| Stare through shiny little boxes | |
| Over landscape that is quickly foiled |