| Song | It's Dylan, You Know the Drill |
| Artist | Boys Night Out |
| Album | Make Yourself Sick |
| 作曲 : Boys Night Out, Davis ... | |
| An I.O.U. tattoo | |
| strung along the finer rip and tears of your heart. | |
| And it is there to keep you together where we're all falling apart | |
| My conscience drifts and sleeps in shifts | |
| Trading off between my open hand and swinging fists | |
| And this alcohol, my wrecking ball, | |
| Keeps me talking to the angels buried in these walls | |
| But, Contrary to counter culture | |
| I don't care if the killing stops | |
| Or if suffocation claims my lungs | |
| we, walk a nightmare line | |
| wide awake and dead at the same time | |
| we, walk a nightmare line | |
| wide awake and dead the same time | |
| This ringing room has been raped and ruined | |
| Completely torn apart by the few who think that they'll find you | |
| But time and fate, those things i hate | |
| Both have their ways of playing off the winters weight | |
| were both older and seven snowfalls | |
| worth of colder earth has left us reaching | |
| we, walk a nightmare line | |
| wide awake and dead at the same time | |
| we, walk a nightmare line | |
| wide awake and dead the same time | |
| (At the same time) | |
| The cellar door is coming up, coming up | |
| and we've had time to lock it up, lock it up | |
| I'm feverish i'm burning up burning | |
| And i pray to god there's time enough, time enough | |
| you know that i love you, But now i just can't shut you up, shut you up, so now i'll have to chop you up, chop you up | |
| And I'll just wait till I get caught |
| zuò qǔ : Boys Night Out, Davis ... | |
| An I. O. U. tattoo | |
| strung along the finer rip and tears of your heart. | |
| And it is there to keep you together where we' re all falling apart | |
| My conscience drifts and sleeps in shifts | |
| Trading off between my open hand and swinging fists | |
| And this alcohol, my wrecking ball, | |
| Keeps me talking to the angels buried in these walls | |
| But, Contrary to counter culture | |
| I don' t care if the killing stops | |
| Or if suffocation claims my lungs | |
| we, walk a nightmare line | |
| wide awake and dead at the same time | |
| we, walk a nightmare line | |
| wide awake and dead the same time | |
| This ringing room has been raped and ruined | |
| Completely torn apart by the few who think that they' ll find you | |
| But time and fate, those things i hate | |
| Both have their ways of playing off the winters weight | |
| were both older and seven snowfalls | |
| worth of colder earth has left us reaching | |
| we, walk a nightmare line | |
| wide awake and dead at the same time | |
| we, walk a nightmare line | |
| wide awake and dead the same time | |
| At the same time | |
| The cellar door is coming up, coming up | |
| and we' ve had time to lock it up, lock it up | |
| I' m feverish i' m burning up burning | |
| And i pray to god there' s time enough, time enough | |
| you know that i love you, But now i just can' t shut you up, shut you up, so now i' ll have to chop you up, chop you up | |
| And I' ll just wait till I get caught |