| Song | Fortune |
| Artist | The New Pornographers |
| Album | Challengers: B-Sides, Demos, Alternate Mixes |
| 作曲 : ROOKiEZ is PUNK'D | |
| 作词 : SHiNNOSUKE | |
| There's a straight line between suburbia and graveyards | |
| And as we wander zigzag, short mysteries on our side | |
| Then she reads them to me as we lunch on Sunday | |
| Picnic baskets on the grave of the Lola Montez | |
| Bingo games and black lights, apocalyptic walking | |
| Apologies accepted, spurred by a shared design | |
| Something fled on Henry, blazing blue down Cobb Street | |
| We surround it, singing, "Here, king, accept your reign!" | |
| I was the lucky one, too, all the same | |
| (I was the lucky one all the same) | |
| In the summer of my ball of flame | |
| (In the summer of my ball of flame) | |
| I had to rock myself in its arms, forgiven in the face of fortune | |
| And with the lucky one, too, it broke apart | |
| (And with the lucky one broke apart!) | |
| Into pieces that were sold as art | |
| (Into pieces that were sold as art!) | |
| I had to rock myself in some famous places to replace my fortune | |
| To replace my fortune | |
| To replace my fortune | |
| A dance we turn on rest here, left like breadcrumbs for you | |
| Dropped from these skyscrapers, pieces from knots and loaves | |
| Apocryphal and shining come the new crop circles | |
| Our avenging angels singing in a secret code | |
| I was the lucky one, too, all the same | |
| (I was the lucky one all the same) | |
| In the summer of my ball of flame | |
| (In the summer of my ball of flame) | |
| I had to rock myself in its arms, forgiven in the face of fortune | |
| And with the lucky one, too, it broke apart | |
| (And with the lucky one broke apart!) | |
| Into pieces that were sold as art | |
| (Into pieces that were sold as art!) | |
| I had to rock myself in some famous places to replace my fortune | |
| I had to rock myself in some famous places to replace my fortune | |
| I had to rock myself in some famous places to replace my fortune | |
| I had to rock myself in some famous places to replace my fortune |
| zuò qǔ : ROOKiEZ is PUNK' D | |
| zuò cí : SHiNNOSUKE | |
| There' s a straight line between suburbia and graveyards | |
| And as we wander zigzag, short mysteries on our side | |
| Then she reads them to me as we lunch on Sunday | |
| Picnic baskets on the grave of the Lola Montez | |
| Bingo games and black lights, apocalyptic walking | |
| Apologies accepted, spurred by a shared design | |
| Something fled on Henry, blazing blue down Cobb Street | |
| We surround it, singing, " Here, king, accept your reign!" | |
| I was the lucky one, too, all the same | |
| I was the lucky one all the same | |
| In the summer of my ball of flame | |
| In the summer of my ball of flame | |
| I had to rock myself in its arms, forgiven in the face of fortune | |
| And with the lucky one, too, it broke apart | |
| And with the lucky one broke apart! | |
| Into pieces that were sold as art | |
| Into pieces that were sold as art! | |
| I had to rock myself in some famous places to replace my fortune | |
| To replace my fortune | |
| To replace my fortune | |
| A dance we turn on rest here, left like breadcrumbs for you | |
| Dropped from these skyscrapers, pieces from knots and loaves | |
| Apocryphal and shining come the new crop circles | |
| Our avenging angels singing in a secret code | |
| I was the lucky one, too, all the same | |
| I was the lucky one all the same | |
| In the summer of my ball of flame | |
| In the summer of my ball of flame | |
| I had to rock myself in its arms, forgiven in the face of fortune | |
| And with the lucky one, too, it broke apart | |
| And with the lucky one broke apart! | |
| Into pieces that were sold as art | |
| Into pieces that were sold as art! | |
| I had to rock myself in some famous places to replace my fortune | |
| I had to rock myself in some famous places to replace my fortune | |
| I had to rock myself in some famous places to replace my fortune | |
| I had to rock myself in some famous places to replace my fortune |