| Song | Barest Degree |
| Artist | Midnight Oil |
| Album | Breathe |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Midnight Oil | |
| I am gone, can't waste more time | |
| I said, not quite joking | |
| The fire has gone the big trees stand | |
| The underground is smoking | |
| Remember nothing you've been told | |
| Means anything to me | |
| And everything you hold is mine | |
| In the barest degree | |
| I walked up to the park | |
| The lion rock was weeping | |
| I walked on to the grave | |
| The lizard king was sleeping | |
| Remember nothing you've been told... | |
| The day's draw long, too long to count | |
| Cushioned by the wasting | |
| Restless age, the rusted temple | |
| A place of my own making | |
| No matter what else you've been told | |
| It's still all up to me | |
| And everything you own, is mine | |
| In the barest degree, in the barest degree |
| zuo ci : Midnight Oil | |
| I am gone, can' t waste more time | |
| I said, not quite joking | |
| The fire has gone the big trees stand | |
| The underground is smoking | |
| Remember nothing you' ve been told | |
| Means anything to me | |
| And everything you hold is mine | |
| In the barest degree | |
| I walked up to the park | |
| The lion rock was weeping | |
| I walked on to the grave | |
| The lizard king was sleeping | |
| Remember nothing you' ve been told... | |
| The day' s draw long, too long to count | |
| Cushioned by the wasting | |
| Restless age, the rusted temple | |
| A place of my own making | |
| No matter what else you' ve been told | |
| It' s still all up to me | |
| And everything you own, is mine | |
| In the barest degree, in the barest degree |
| zuò cí : Midnight Oil | |
| I am gone, can' t waste more time | |
| I said, not quite joking | |
| The fire has gone the big trees stand | |
| The underground is smoking | |
| Remember nothing you' ve been told | |
| Means anything to me | |
| And everything you hold is mine | |
| In the barest degree | |
| I walked up to the park | |
| The lion rock was weeping | |
| I walked on to the grave | |
| The lizard king was sleeping | |
| Remember nothing you' ve been told... | |
| The day' s draw long, too long to count | |
| Cushioned by the wasting | |
| Restless age, the rusted temple | |
| A place of my own making | |
| No matter what else you' ve been told | |
| It' s still all up to me | |
| And everything you own, is mine | |
| In the barest degree, in the barest degree |