| Song | Reformat |
| Artist | Les Savy Fav |
| Album | Cat and the Cobra |
| 作曲 : Savy Fav | |
| All nerve endings shut down. | |
| Stiff lipped at the countdown. | |
| All systems are go, | |
| All systems are gough, | |
| All systems are ghosts. | |
| In a can,In a cupboard, | |
| In a submarine, | |
| There's nothing left inside, | |
| In a basket at the bottom of the guillotine | |
| Is where the sailor cried. | |
| He never said a word | |
| To the jury of the press | |
| And when the ax-blade bit his neck,"Set me free" is all he said. | |
| In a pixel, | |
| In a portrait, | |
| In a T.V. screen | |
| There's nothing left to hide. | |
| Stitched each instant by the firing electron beam | |
| Let the camera man decide. | |
| He never said a word | |
| To the jury of the press | |
| When the on-air light turned red,"Cut Away" is all he said. | |
| When he opened it up, | |
| He dropped his coffee cup, | |
| And when the cup hit the ground | |
| The whole damn house came stumbling down. | |
| Good by my memory. | |
| From this point on | |
| I'm unsettling. | |
| In Brooklyn we stay home. | |
| Reformat! |
| zuò qǔ : Savy Fav | |
| All nerve endings shut down. | |
| Stiff lipped at the countdown. | |
| All systems are go, | |
| All systems are gough, | |
| All systems are ghosts. | |
| In a can, In a cupboard, | |
| In a submarine, | |
| There' s nothing left inside, | |
| In a basket at the bottom of the guillotine | |
| Is where the sailor cried. | |
| He never said a word | |
| To the jury of the press | |
| And when the axblade bit his neck," Set me free" is all he said. | |
| In a pixel, | |
| In a portrait, | |
| In a T. V. screen | |
| There' s nothing left to hide. | |
| Stitched each instant by the firing electron beam | |
| Let the camera man decide. | |
| He never said a word | |
| To the jury of the press | |
| When the onair light turned red," Cut Away" is all he said. | |
| When he opened it up, | |
| He dropped his coffee cup, | |
| And when the cup hit the ground | |
| The whole damn house came stumbling down. | |
| Good by my memory. | |
| From this point on | |
| I' m unsettling. | |
| In Brooklyn we stay home. | |
| Reformat! |