| Song | In a Steadman Spray |
| Artist | The Velvet Teen |
| Album | Cum Laude |
| 作曲 : Nagler, Velvet Teen | |
| It doesn't matter what i say | |
| Cos every sentence ends | |
| In a steadman spray | |
| Forefinger blackened in song | |
| Broken blood from an empty vessel | |
| They will say what they will say | |
| But i've worked as hard as anyone else | |
| Got the same fire in these veins | |
| Copper cords, yeah, electric tape | |
| Chains and tires | |
| Till you can't sleep | |
| And all this to someday never wake up | |
| And it never ends, no, it never ends | |
| It just hits harder every day | |
| And the corporate hands tighten their grasp | |
| How can i say anything | |
| Got no funds, no representation | |
| Let them take what they will take | |
| As we say, thanks so much | |
| Yeah, everything helps | |
| Just be grateful you are free | |
| To do anything they say | |
| Oh, the wait this year | |
| For the new sundance independent films | |
| Oh, it never ends, no, it never ends | |
| And whow can we ever expect we're getting out | |
| When we can't even see what we're inside | |
| You've spoken for us, will you speak to us now | |
| Can we mellow out, will you settle down | |
| Are we just fooling ourselves | |
| Too elite for us now | |
| You think you're so separate | |
| Do you hear us down here | |
| Can you feel it now | |
| Have we all gone too tourettes | |
| To make sense of anything else | |
| They can't steal your suffering | |
| They can't steal your memories | |
| Oh the world's gone mad | |
| Can you feel it now |
| zuò qǔ : Nagler, Velvet Teen | |
| It doesn' t matter what i say | |
| Cos every sentence ends | |
| In a steadman spray | |
| Forefinger blackened in song | |
| Broken blood from an empty vessel | |
| They will say what they will say | |
| But i' ve worked as hard as anyone else | |
| Got the same fire in these veins | |
| Copper cords, yeah, electric tape | |
| Chains and tires | |
| Till you can' t sleep | |
| And all this to someday never wake up | |
| And it never ends, no, it never ends | |
| It just hits harder every day | |
| And the corporate hands tighten their grasp | |
| How can i say anything | |
| Got no funds, no representation | |
| Let them take what they will take | |
| As we say, thanks so much | |
| Yeah, everything helps | |
| Just be grateful you are free | |
| To do anything they say | |
| Oh, the wait this year | |
| For the new sundance independent films | |
| Oh, it never ends, no, it never ends | |
| And whow can we ever expect we' re getting out | |
| When we can' t even see what we' re inside | |
| You' ve spoken for us, will you speak to us now | |
| Can we mellow out, will you settle down | |
| Are we just fooling ourselves | |
| Too elite for us now | |
| You think you' re so separate | |
| Do you hear us down here | |
| Can you feel it now | |
| Have we all gone too tourettes | |
| To make sense of anything else | |
| They can' t steal your suffering | |
| They can' t steal your memories | |
| Oh the world' s gone mad | |
| Can you feel it now |