| Song | Dear Scene, I Wish I Were Deaf |
| Artist | Nightmare of You |
| Album | Nightmare of You |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Nightmare Of You, Reilly | |
| You were one step behind in that dismal school of mine | |
| Needle and percocet instead of books on students desks | |
| We were so charming, but the future was alarming | |
| And now don't you go look so proud | |
| Yes, guess who's laughing now? | |
| And we've learned that life is one big game | |
| Where the winners are all getting paid | |
| So stop dragging your feet behind | |
| You can't live with the folks all your life | |
| So on those days home in your car | |
| We jerked the steering wheel to the median | |
| Joking that we'd end our lives | |
| But we weren't joking all the time | |
| "Start a band or throw a brick" | |
| You lazy hipsters make me sick | |
| Don't clap your hands; don't start to dance | |
| Don't let them know that you're a fan | |
| You may be living in Manhattan | |
| But where are you really from? (Have you forgotten?) | |
| Kid, you may be playing your music loud | |
| But it's drowned out by your mouth |
| zuo qu : Nightmare Of You, Reilly | |
| You were one step behind in that dismal school of mine | |
| Needle and percocet instead of books on students desks | |
| We were so charming, but the future was alarming | |
| And now don' t you go look so proud | |
| Yes, guess who' s laughing now? | |
| And we' ve learned that life is one big game | |
| Where the winners are all getting paid | |
| So stop dragging your feet behind | |
| You can' t live with the folks all your life | |
| So on those days home in your car | |
| We jerked the steering wheel to the median | |
| Joking that we' d end our lives | |
| But we weren' t joking all the time | |
| " Start a band or throw a brick" | |
| You lazy hipsters make me sick | |
| Don' t clap your hands don' t start to dance | |
| Don' t let them know that you' re a fan | |
| You may be living in Manhattan | |
| But where are you really from? Have you forgotten? | |
| Kid, you may be playing your music loud | |
| But it' s drowned out by your mouth |
| zuò qǔ : Nightmare Of You, Reilly | |
| You were one step behind in that dismal school of mine | |
| Needle and percocet instead of books on students desks | |
| We were so charming, but the future was alarming | |
| And now don' t you go look so proud | |
| Yes, guess who' s laughing now? | |
| And we' ve learned that life is one big game | |
| Where the winners are all getting paid | |
| So stop dragging your feet behind | |
| You can' t live with the folks all your life | |
| So on those days home in your car | |
| We jerked the steering wheel to the median | |
| Joking that we' d end our lives | |
| But we weren' t joking all the time | |
| " Start a band or throw a brick" | |
| You lazy hipsters make me sick | |
| Don' t clap your hands don' t start to dance | |
| Don' t let them know that you' re a fan | |
| You may be living in Manhattan | |
| But where are you really from? Have you forgotten? | |
| Kid, you may be playing your music loud | |
| But it' s drowned out by your mouth |