| Song | Goodbye Sober Day |
| Artist | Mr. Bungle |
| Album | California |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : McKinnon, Patton | |
| Your lips say one thing | |
| But the drugs say another | |
| How can I massage | |
| This intergalactic ulcer? | |
| Goodbye sober day | |
| Goodbye sober day | |
| Hello milky way. | |
| Pin my ear to the wisdom post | |
| Hang me up and drain me dry | |
| Mend my shipwrecked spirit | |
| Lift the veil from my eyes. | |
| Goodbye sober day. | |
| The years grew wings and flew away. | |
| Ghosts of the past become barbarians... | |
| ...Of the future. | |
| And I still pity you | |
| Because what you said was true. | |
| Goodbye sober day | |
| Hello milky way. | |
| May your sun be blown out just like a candle | |
| And may your sea burn like tar | |
| May your sky be rolled up like a scroll | |
| May your blue moon drip with blood. | |
| [Kecak chant] | |
| What would they say | |
| If you went up in smoke? | |
| If I dug you up | |
| And then made soup of your bones? | |
| Goodbye sober day | |
| Goodbye sober day | |
| Goodbye sober day | |
| Goodbye sober day | |
| Goodbye sober day | |
| Goodbye sober day | |
| Hello milky way |
| zuo ci : McKinnon, Patton | |
| Your lips say one thing | |
| But the drugs say another | |
| How can I massage | |
| This intergalactic ulcer? | |
| Goodbye sober day | |
| Goodbye sober day | |
| Hello milky way. | |
| Pin my ear to the wisdom post | |
| Hang me up and drain me dry | |
| Mend my shipwrecked spirit | |
| Lift the veil from my eyes. | |
| Goodbye sober day. | |
| The years grew wings and flew away. | |
| Ghosts of the past become barbarians... | |
| ... Of the future. | |
| And I still pity you | |
| Because what you said was true. | |
| Goodbye sober day | |
| Hello milky way. | |
| May your sun be blown out just like a candle | |
| And may your sea burn like tar | |
| May your sky be rolled up like a scroll | |
| May your blue moon drip with blood. | |
| Kecak chant | |
| What would they say | |
| If you went up in smoke? | |
| If I dug you up | |
| And then made soup of your bones? | |
| Goodbye sober day | |
| Goodbye sober day | |
| Goodbye sober day | |
| Goodbye sober day | |
| Goodbye sober day | |
| Goodbye sober day | |
| Hello milky way |
| zuò cí : McKinnon, Patton | |
| Your lips say one thing | |
| But the drugs say another | |
| How can I massage | |
| This intergalactic ulcer? | |
| Goodbye sober day | |
| Goodbye sober day | |
| Hello milky way. | |
| Pin my ear to the wisdom post | |
| Hang me up and drain me dry | |
| Mend my shipwrecked spirit | |
| Lift the veil from my eyes. | |
| Goodbye sober day. | |
| The years grew wings and flew away. | |
| Ghosts of the past become barbarians... | |
| ... Of the future. | |
| And I still pity you | |
| Because what you said was true. | |
| Goodbye sober day | |
| Hello milky way. | |
| May your sun be blown out just like a candle | |
| And may your sea burn like tar | |
| May your sky be rolled up like a scroll | |
| May your blue moon drip with blood. | |
| Kecak chant | |
| What would they say | |
| If you went up in smoke? | |
| If I dug you up | |
| And then made soup of your bones? | |
| Goodbye sober day | |
| Goodbye sober day | |
| Goodbye sober day | |
| Goodbye sober day | |
| Goodbye sober day | |
| Goodbye sober day | |
| Hello milky way |