| Song | The Sweet and Sour Speech |
| Artist | Across Five Aprils |
| Album | A Tragedy In Progress |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Across Five Aprils | |
| Roll down the windows, the | |
| AC's busted. 12 hours from home and empty pockets. | |
| We didn't get our guarantee, another show for free. | |
| All for the sake of this rock and roll, yeah. | |
| It's time to switch drivers. | |
| My shift's over, | |
| I've been driving for 8 hours. | |
| It's all worth it when | |
| I plug in and the lights dim. | |
| The best 30 minutes of my life. | |
| We'll always be there when the rubber hits the road. | |
| Dedication never ending. 1 2 3 | |
| Go. (undecipherable) | |
| Broken sticks and broken strings, every night. | |
| If that's the way it goes, it's alright. | |
| A life composed of sticks and strings. | |
| It's my release. | |
| My dedication comes from within. | |
| It's evident that this is my passion. | |
| This is the end of everything that's ending, thing thats to say it. | |
| Is this the death to everything that dies, thing thats to say it? | |
| Is this the end to everything that dies, thing that dies? | |
| The fire behind us burns inside my heart. | |
| The fists may fly, but this stage is mine. | |
| This stage is mine, yeah. | |
| This stage is mine. | |
| This stage is mine. | |
| This stage is mine. |
| zuo qu : Across Five Aprils | |
| Roll down the windows, the | |
| AC' s busted. 12 hours from home and empty pockets. | |
| We didn' t get our guarantee, another show for free. | |
| All for the sake of this rock and roll, yeah. | |
| It' s time to switch drivers. | |
| My shift' s over, | |
| I' ve been driving for 8 hours. | |
| It' s all worth it when | |
| I plug in and the lights dim. | |
| The best 30 minutes of my life. | |
| We' ll always be there when the rubber hits the road. | |
| Dedication never ending. 1 2 3 | |
| Go. undecipherable | |
| Broken sticks and broken strings, every night. | |
| If that' s the way it goes, it' s alright. | |
| A life composed of sticks and strings. | |
| It' s my release. | |
| My dedication comes from within. | |
| It' s evident that this is my passion. | |
| This is the end of everything that' s ending, thing thats to say it. | |
| Is this the death to everything that dies, thing thats to say it? | |
| Is this the end to everything that dies, thing that dies? | |
| The fire behind us burns inside my heart. | |
| The fists may fly, but this stage is mine. | |
| This stage is mine, yeah. | |
| This stage is mine. | |
| This stage is mine. | |
| This stage is mine. |
| zuò qǔ : Across Five Aprils | |
| Roll down the windows, the | |
| AC' s busted. 12 hours from home and empty pockets. | |
| We didn' t get our guarantee, another show for free. | |
| All for the sake of this rock and roll, yeah. | |
| It' s time to switch drivers. | |
| My shift' s over, | |
| I' ve been driving for 8 hours. | |
| It' s all worth it when | |
| I plug in and the lights dim. | |
| The best 30 minutes of my life. | |
| We' ll always be there when the rubber hits the road. | |
| Dedication never ending. 1 2 3 | |
| Go. undecipherable | |
| Broken sticks and broken strings, every night. | |
| If that' s the way it goes, it' s alright. | |
| A life composed of sticks and strings. | |
| It' s my release. | |
| My dedication comes from within. | |
| It' s evident that this is my passion. | |
| This is the end of everything that' s ending, thing thats to say it. | |
| Is this the death to everything that dies, thing thats to say it? | |
| Is this the end to everything that dies, thing that dies? | |
| The fire behind us burns inside my heart. | |
| The fists may fly, but this stage is mine. | |
| This stage is mine, yeah. | |
| This stage is mine. | |
| This stage is mine. | |
| This stage is mine. |