| Song | This Could Be Anywhere |
| Artist | Dead Kennedys |
| Album | Mutiny on the Bay |
| 作词 : Dead Kennedys | |
| Cold concrete apartments | |
| Rise up from wet black asphalt | |
| Below them lie few carcasses | |
| Of the long gone age of privacy | |
| It takes a scary kind of illness | |
| To design a place like this for pay | |
| The Downtown, an endless generic mall | |
| Of video games and fast food chains | |
| One by one, the little houses | |
| Are bricked up and condemned | |
| A subtle hint to move | |
| Before the rats move in | |
| This could be anywhere, yeah yeah | |
| Could be anywhere, yeah yeah, everywhere | |
| Those new kids at school seem cool | |
| But dad says not to talk to them | |
| Stick to your old friends, they're not our kind | |
| But now there's lots of fights | |
| So many people | |
| I knowCome of age tense and bitter-eyed | |
| Can't create so they just destroy | |
| C'mon, let's set someone's dog on fire | |
| Empty plastic culture slum suburbia | |
| Is a war zone now | |
| Sprouting the kinds of gangs | |
| We thought we'd left behind | |
| This could be anywhere, yeah yeah | |
| Could be anywhere, yeah yeah, everywhere | |
| Could be anywhere, could be everywhere | |
| Could be anywhere | |
| Kids at school are takin' sides | |
| Along color and uniform lines | |
| My dad's gone and bought a gun | |
| He says he's fed up with crime in this town | |
| This could be anywhere | |
| This could be everywhere | |
| This could be anywhere | |
| This could be everywhere | |
| This could be anywhere(Anywhere) | |
| This could be everywhere(Everywhere) | |
| This could be anywhere(Anywhere) | |
| This could be everywhere | |
| I hope I'm gone before it explodes | |
| I linger late at night | |
| Waiting for the bus | |
| No amount of neon jazz | |
| Could hide the oozing vibes of death | |
| My dad's a vigilante now | |
| He's bringing home, these weird ass friends | |
| Like the guy who fires blanks at his | |
| TVWhen Kojak's on | |
| Or the guy who shows off his submachine gun | |
| To his sixteen year old daughter's friends | |
| Whose sense of pride and hope | |
| Is being in the police reserve | |
| This could be anywhere, yeah yeah | |
| Could be anywhere, yeah yeah | |
| Could be everywhere, yeah yeah, everywhere, yeah yeah | |
| This could be anywhere | |
| This could be everywhere | |
| This could be anywhere | |
| This could be everywhere, everywhere |
| zuò cí : Dead Kennedys | |
| Cold concrete apartments | |
| Rise up from wet black asphalt | |
| Below them lie few carcasses | |
| Of the long gone age of privacy | |
| It takes a scary kind of illness | |
| To design a place like this for pay | |
| The Downtown, an endless generic mall | |
| Of video games and fast food chains | |
| One by one, the little houses | |
| Are bricked up and condemned | |
| A subtle hint to move | |
| Before the rats move in | |
| This could be anywhere, yeah yeah | |
| Could be anywhere, yeah yeah, everywhere | |
| Those new kids at school seem cool | |
| But dad says not to talk to them | |
| Stick to your old friends, they' re not our kind | |
| But now there' s lots of fights | |
| So many people | |
| I knowCome of age tense and bittereyed | |
| Can' t create so they just destroy | |
| C' mon, let' s set someone' s dog on fire | |
| Empty plastic culture slum suburbia | |
| Is a war zone now | |
| Sprouting the kinds of gangs | |
| We thought we' d left behind | |
| This could be anywhere, yeah yeah | |
| Could be anywhere, yeah yeah, everywhere | |
| Could be anywhere, could be everywhere | |
| Could be anywhere | |
| Kids at school are takin' sides | |
| Along color and uniform lines | |
| My dad' s gone and bought a gun | |
| He says he' s fed up with crime in this town | |
| This could be anywhere | |
| This could be everywhere | |
| This could be anywhere | |
| This could be everywhere | |
| This could be anywhere Anywhere | |
| This could be everywhere Everywhere | |
| This could be anywhere Anywhere | |
| This could be everywhere | |
| I hope I' m gone before it explodes | |
| I linger late at night | |
| Waiting for the bus | |
| No amount of neon jazz | |
| Could hide the oozing vibes of death | |
| My dad' s a vigilante now | |
| He' s bringing home, these weird ass friends | |
| Like the guy who fires blanks at his | |
| TVWhen Kojak' s on | |
| Or the guy who shows off his submachine gun | |
| To his sixteen year old daughter' s friends | |
| Whose sense of pride and hope | |
| Is being in the police reserve | |
| This could be anywhere, yeah yeah | |
| Could be anywhere, yeah yeah | |
| Could be everywhere, yeah yeah, everywhere, yeah yeah | |
| This could be anywhere | |
| This could be everywhere | |
| This could be anywhere | |
| This could be everywhere, everywhere |