| Song | Game of Pricks |
| Artist | Guided by Voices |
| Album | Live From Austin TX |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Pollard | |
| I’ve waited too long to have you | |
| Hide in the back of me | |
| I’ve cheated so long I wonder | |
| How you keep track of me | |
| You could never be strong | |
| You can only be free | |
| And I never asked for the truth | |
| But you owe that to me | |
| I’ve entered the game of pricks | |
| With knives in the back of me | |
| Can’t call you or on you no more | |
| When they’re attacking me | |
| I’ll climb up on the house | |
| Weep to water the trees | |
| And when you come calling me down | |
| I’ll put on my disease | |
| You could never be strong | |
| You can only be free | |
| And I never asked for the truth | |
| But you owe that to me | |
| And I never asked for the truth | |
| But you owe that to me | |
| And I never asked for the truth | |
| But you owe that to me |
| zuo ci : Pollard | |
| I' ve waited too long to have you | |
| Hide in the back of me | |
| I' ve cheated so long I wonder | |
| How you keep track of me | |
| You could never be strong | |
| You can only be free | |
| And I never asked for the truth | |
| But you owe that to me | |
| I' ve entered the game of pricks | |
| With knives in the back of me | |
| Can' t call you or on you no more | |
| When they' re attacking me | |
| I' ll climb up on the house | |
| Weep to water the trees | |
| And when you come calling me down | |
| I' ll put on my disease | |
| You could never be strong | |
| You can only be free | |
| And I never asked for the truth | |
| But you owe that to me | |
| And I never asked for the truth | |
| But you owe that to me | |
| And I never asked for the truth | |
| But you owe that to me |
| zuò cí : Pollard | |
| I' ve waited too long to have you | |
| Hide in the back of me | |
| I' ve cheated so long I wonder | |
| How you keep track of me | |
| You could never be strong | |
| You can only be free | |
| And I never asked for the truth | |
| But you owe that to me | |
| I' ve entered the game of pricks | |
| With knives in the back of me | |
| Can' t call you or on you no more | |
| When they' re attacking me | |
| I' ll climb up on the house | |
| Weep to water the trees | |
| And when you come calling me down | |
| I' ll put on my disease | |
| You could never be strong | |
| You can only be free | |
| And I never asked for the truth | |
| But you owe that to me | |
| And I never asked for the truth | |
| But you owe that to me | |
| And I never asked for the truth | |
| But you owe that to me |