| Song | Tragic Monsters |
| Artist | Les Savy Fav |
| Album | Go Forth |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Butler, Harrington, Haynes ... | |
| What we don't know can fill a truck | |
| What we don't know cannot hurt us | |
| Well, is that so? | |
| We're hard to destruct | |
| Well, is that so? | |
| Why do we get crushed? | |
| Prepare the isolation chamber | |
| I'm going in | |
| And all the people there will wonder | |
| "Can we go with him?" | |
| Tell me now you're only kidding | |
| When you say "We'll pass away" | |
| Tell me now this yarn we're spinning | |
| Doesn't end on judgement day | |
| All tragic monsters are crying for themselves | |
| In attics and in basements | |
| In cages and prison cells | |
| Wishing that the citizen's myth they could dispel | |
| Until you see the faces | |
| In the limestone on the pipe | |
| Don't tell the tragic monsters what loneliness is like | |
| And is there any wonder | |
| That some misfits lose their mind? | |
| Left to fumble asunder | |
| In the world deaf, dumb, and blind | |
| And can they sense our justice | |
| When they commit their crime? | |
| How can they abide our justice? | |
| They're already doing time | |
| What we don't know (x7) | |
| Can't hurt us yet |
| zuo qu : Butler, Harrington, Haynes ... | |
| What we don' t know can fill a truck | |
| What we don' t know cannot hurt us | |
| Well, is that so? | |
| We' re hard to destruct | |
| Well, is that so? | |
| Why do we get crushed? | |
| Prepare the isolation chamber | |
| I' m going in | |
| And all the people there will wonder | |
| " Can we go with him?" | |
| Tell me now you' re only kidding | |
| When you say " We' ll pass away" | |
| Tell me now this yarn we' re spinning | |
| Doesn' t end on judgement day | |
| All tragic monsters are crying for themselves | |
| In attics and in basements | |
| In cages and prison cells | |
| Wishing that the citizen' s myth they could dispel | |
| Until you see the faces | |
| In the limestone on the pipe | |
| Don' t tell the tragic monsters what loneliness is like | |
| And is there any wonder | |
| That some misfits lose their mind? | |
| Left to fumble asunder | |
| In the world deaf, dumb, and blind | |
| And can they sense our justice | |
| When they commit their crime? | |
| How can they abide our justice? | |
| They' re already doing time | |
| What we don' t know x7 | |
| Can' t hurt us yet |
| zuò qǔ : Butler, Harrington, Haynes ... | |
| What we don' t know can fill a truck | |
| What we don' t know cannot hurt us | |
| Well, is that so? | |
| We' re hard to destruct | |
| Well, is that so? | |
| Why do we get crushed? | |
| Prepare the isolation chamber | |
| I' m going in | |
| And all the people there will wonder | |
| " Can we go with him?" | |
| Tell me now you' re only kidding | |
| When you say " We' ll pass away" | |
| Tell me now this yarn we' re spinning | |
| Doesn' t end on judgement day | |
| All tragic monsters are crying for themselves | |
| In attics and in basements | |
| In cages and prison cells | |
| Wishing that the citizen' s myth they could dispel | |
| Until you see the faces | |
| In the limestone on the pipe | |
| Don' t tell the tragic monsters what loneliness is like | |
| And is there any wonder | |
| That some misfits lose their mind? | |
| Left to fumble asunder | |
| In the world deaf, dumb, and blind | |
| And can they sense our justice | |
| When they commit their crime? | |
| How can they abide our justice? | |
| They' re already doing time | |
| What we don' t know x7 | |
| Can' t hurt us yet |