| Song | Paean to the Enlightenment |
| Artist | Good Riddance |
| Album | Bound by Ties of Blood and Affection |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Platt, Rankin | |
| My line falls out tempting providence | |
| One more dime spent on the fence | |
| As you mourn the wretch of innocence lost | |
| True lies and surrogates | |
| Room, board and benefits | |
| Boardrooms make breeding grounds | |
| For selfish bastards anyhow | |
| And the grace that we really live for | |
| Are the sacrifices made | |
| Protracted and betrayed | |
| Enough to suffer | |
| How many rats will tip the scales | |
| Of failing finance | |
| How many brave and able men will be lost at sea | |
| Who dares to complicate | |
| And the retaliate | |
| Renouncing tolerance of everything they see | |
| Follow like sheep | |
| A face in the crowd | |
| A good team player | |
| Give me blood | |
| Give me truth | |
| Its what we came for | |
| The frayed myth of enlightenment | |
| Is a supposition | |
| If you believe | |
| Smith wrote anything but fiction |
| zuo qu : Platt, Rankin | |
| My line falls out tempting providence | |
| One more dime spent on the fence | |
| As you mourn the wretch of innocence lost | |
| True lies and surrogates | |
| Room, board and benefits | |
| Boardrooms make breeding grounds | |
| For selfish bastards anyhow | |
| And the grace that we really live for | |
| Are the sacrifices made | |
| Protracted and betrayed | |
| Enough to suffer | |
| How many rats will tip the scales | |
| Of failing finance | |
| How many brave and able men will be lost at sea | |
| Who dares to complicate | |
| And the retaliate | |
| Renouncing tolerance of everything they see | |
| Follow like sheep | |
| A face in the crowd | |
| A good team player | |
| Give me blood | |
| Give me truth | |
| Its what we came for | |
| The frayed myth of enlightenment | |
| Is a supposition | |
| If you believe | |
| Smith wrote anything but fiction |
| zuò qǔ : Platt, Rankin | |
| My line falls out tempting providence | |
| One more dime spent on the fence | |
| As you mourn the wretch of innocence lost | |
| True lies and surrogates | |
| Room, board and benefits | |
| Boardrooms make breeding grounds | |
| For selfish bastards anyhow | |
| And the grace that we really live for | |
| Are the sacrifices made | |
| Protracted and betrayed | |
| Enough to suffer | |
| How many rats will tip the scales | |
| Of failing finance | |
| How many brave and able men will be lost at sea | |
| Who dares to complicate | |
| And the retaliate | |
| Renouncing tolerance of everything they see | |
| Follow like sheep | |
| A face in the crowd | |
| A good team player | |
| Give me blood | |
| Give me truth | |
| Its what we came for | |
| The frayed myth of enlightenment | |
| Is a supposition | |
| If you believe | |
| Smith wrote anything but fiction |