| Song | Black Bag Confidential |
| Artist | Good Riddance |
| Album | Bound by Ties of Blood and Affection |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Rankin | |
| Conciliation breeds a fourth amendment funeral | |
| With the paranoid seduced by circumstance | |
| The sycophants withdrawing even further | |
| When systematically denied their final chance | |
| Their final chance | |
| Somebody’s following you home at night | |
| And they’re into what you throw away | |
| Bills and statements, date of birth, social security | |
| It’s all they need to file your life away | |
| And they’re wide awake | |
| They got wild, staring eyes | |
| Make no mistake | |
| They will appropriate your lives | |
| Your lives | |
| Lives | |
| Your lives | |
| So now you’re relatively safe | |
| In your suburbanite disguise | |
| Until you see your neighbour | |
| He’s got murder in his eyes | |
| You can stand alone or fall | |
| But your life still slips away | |
| Sequestered in your sterile homes | |
| You keep the wolves at bay | |
| The drones of wealth and power | |
| Bombard your frightened mind | |
| Keep your doors and windows | |
| Locked and barred | |
| Against the world |
| zuo qu : Rankin | |
| Conciliation breeds a fourth amendment funeral | |
| With the paranoid seduced by circumstance | |
| The sycophants withdrawing even further | |
| When systematically denied their final chance | |
| Their final chance | |
| Somebody' s following you home at night | |
| And they' re into what you throw away | |
| Bills and statements, date of birth, social security | |
| It' s all they need to file your life away | |
| And they' re wide awake | |
| They got wild, staring eyes | |
| Make no mistake | |
| They will appropriate your lives | |
| Your lives | |
| Lives | |
| Your lives | |
| So now you' re relatively safe | |
| In your suburbanite disguise | |
| Until you see your neighbour | |
| He' s got murder in his eyes | |
| You can stand alone or fall | |
| But your life still slips away | |
| Sequestered in your sterile homes | |
| You keep the wolves at bay | |
| The drones of wealth and power | |
| Bombard your frightened mind | |
| Keep your doors and windows | |
| Locked and barred | |
| Against the world |
| zuò qǔ : Rankin | |
| Conciliation breeds a fourth amendment funeral | |
| With the paranoid seduced by circumstance | |
| The sycophants withdrawing even further | |
| When systematically denied their final chance | |
| Their final chance | |
| Somebody' s following you home at night | |
| And they' re into what you throw away | |
| Bills and statements, date of birth, social security | |
| It' s all they need to file your life away | |
| And they' re wide awake | |
| They got wild, staring eyes | |
| Make no mistake | |
| They will appropriate your lives | |
| Your lives | |
| Lives | |
| Your lives | |
| So now you' re relatively safe | |
| In your suburbanite disguise | |
| Until you see your neighbour | |
| He' s got murder in his eyes | |
| You can stand alone or fall | |
| But your life still slips away | |
| Sequestered in your sterile homes | |
| You keep the wolves at bay | |
| The drones of wealth and power | |
| Bombard your frightened mind | |
| Keep your doors and windows | |
| Locked and barred | |
| Against the world |