| Song | A Dead Song |
| Artist | The Birthday Party |
| Album | It's Still Living [live] |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cave, Lane | |
| This is true oh! this is true it's true | |
| Mister forever said nothing said | |
| I can sing | |
| Hit it! make it a dead one | |
| With words like with words like | |
| Blood and soldier and mother | |
| O.k. o.k. | |
| I want to i wanna sleep before the end | |
| Which is most impolite | |
| Hit it! make it a dead one | |
| If nothing crops up | |
| I'll give you a ring | |
| You can sing the end | |
| O.k. o.k. | |
| Then i could get | |
| All the little animals out of my room | |
| Hit it! with a broom with a broom! | |
| O.k. o.k. o.k. o.k. | |
| Put them in a big white sack | |
| No visitors came | |
| Hit it! with words like... | |
| Like hit it! like hit it! oh! yea... | |
| Yea hit it... like like | |
| Thou thou shalt not um like | |
| Thou shalt not this is the end this | |
| This really is the living end | |
| This really is the living end | |
| Like really this is the end and it's still living |
| zuo ci : Cave, Lane | |
| This is true oh! this is true it' s true | |
| Mister forever said nothing said | |
| I can sing | |
| Hit it! make it a dead one | |
| With words like with words like | |
| Blood and soldier and mother | |
| O. k. o. k. | |
| I want to i wanna sleep before the end | |
| Which is most impolite | |
| Hit it! make it a dead one | |
| If nothing crops up | |
| I' ll give you a ring | |
| You can sing the end | |
| O. k. o. k. | |
| Then i could get | |
| All the little animals out of my room | |
| Hit it! with a broom with a broom! | |
| O. k. o. k. o. k. o. k. | |
| Put them in a big white sack | |
| No visitors came | |
| Hit it! with words like... | |
| Like hit it! like hit it! oh! yea... | |
| Yea hit it... like like | |
| Thou thou shalt not um like | |
| Thou shalt not this is the end this | |
| This really is the living end | |
| This really is the living end | |
| Like really this is the end and it' s still living |
| zuò cí : Cave, Lane | |
| This is true oh! this is true it' s true | |
| Mister forever said nothing said | |
| I can sing | |
| Hit it! make it a dead one | |
| With words like with words like | |
| Blood and soldier and mother | |
| O. k. o. k. | |
| I want to i wanna sleep before the end | |
| Which is most impolite | |
| Hit it! make it a dead one | |
| If nothing crops up | |
| I' ll give you a ring | |
| You can sing the end | |
| O. k. o. k. | |
| Then i could get | |
| All the little animals out of my room | |
| Hit it! with a broom with a broom! | |
| O. k. o. k. o. k. o. k. | |
| Put them in a big white sack | |
| No visitors came | |
| Hit it! with words like... | |
| Like hit it! like hit it! oh! yea... | |
| Yea hit it... like like | |
| Thou thou shalt not um like | |
| Thou shalt not this is the end this | |
| This really is the living end | |
| This really is the living end | |
| Like really this is the end and it' s still living |