| Song | Crooked Head |
| Artist | Fucked Up |
| Album | The Chemistry Of Common Life |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : 10, ****ed Up | |
| Living like a stone in a river, | |
| All alone, peaceful at the bottom, | |
| While the rest fight not to drown, | |
| Sitting while the current of the stream passes me by, | |
| Forget about the fighting and the flow as | |
| I empty my mind | |
| Living like a fossil, | |
| Still from the torrent of time in a broken world, | |
| Still a stone at the end of the line | |
| My trajectory is so true they float away and | |
| I don't move | |
| Crooked head pulling at the end of a rope, waiting for a sign | |
| Swimming through the flood, so afraid because there is so little time. | |
| Always running, always searching, always making it a race, | |
| So detached like a leaf, never fixed to life in one place, | |
| Getting lost in the shuffle makes you feel so small. | |
| Fight against the swell just to throw yourself at the wall, | |
| They're all dogs, fighting over the bone. | |
| I'm gonna live, | |
| I'm gonna leave it alone | |
| Crooked head |
| zuo qu : 10, ed Up | |
| Living like a stone in a river, | |
| All alone, peaceful at the bottom, | |
| While the rest fight not to drown, | |
| Sitting while the current of the stream passes me by, | |
| Forget about the fighting and the flow as | |
| I empty my mind | |
| Living like a fossil, | |
| Still from the torrent of time in a broken world, | |
| Still a stone at the end of the line | |
| My trajectory is so true they float away and | |
| I don' t move | |
| Crooked head pulling at the end of a rope, waiting for a sign | |
| Swimming through the flood, so afraid because there is so little time. | |
| Always running, always searching, always making it a race, | |
| So detached like a leaf, never fixed to life in one place, | |
| Getting lost in the shuffle makes you feel so small. | |
| Fight against the swell just to throw yourself at the wall, | |
| They' re all dogs, fighting over the bone. | |
| I' m gonna live, | |
| I' m gonna leave it alone | |
| Crooked head |
| zuò qǔ : 10, ed Up | |
| Living like a stone in a river, | |
| All alone, peaceful at the bottom, | |
| While the rest fight not to drown, | |
| Sitting while the current of the stream passes me by, | |
| Forget about the fighting and the flow as | |
| I empty my mind | |
| Living like a fossil, | |
| Still from the torrent of time in a broken world, | |
| Still a stone at the end of the line | |
| My trajectory is so true they float away and | |
| I don' t move | |
| Crooked head pulling at the end of a rope, waiting for a sign | |
| Swimming through the flood, so afraid because there is so little time. | |
| Always running, always searching, always making it a race, | |
| So detached like a leaf, never fixed to life in one place, | |
| Getting lost in the shuffle makes you feel so small. | |
| Fight against the swell just to throw yourself at the wall, | |
| They' re all dogs, fighting over the bone. | |
| I' m gonna live, | |
| I' m gonna leave it alone | |
| Crooked head |