| Song | Working Poor - normal |
| Artist | Horse Feathers |
| Album | House With No Home |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Ringle | |
| We are young and we are weak. | |
| Just as blank as we are bleak. | |
| Too far gone in our heads. | |
| We all live and work in the red. | |
| We're cold, | |
| we had done all we've been told. | |
| There's no court for our case. | |
| What failure gave us suits our taste. | |
| We all bend, we all break. | |
| We all forfeit what we make. | |
| Too far gone, in our heads. | |
| We all live and work in the red. | |
| We're cold, | |
| we had done all we've been told. | |
| There's no court for our case. | |
| What failure gave us suits our taste. | |
| There's no money to our names. | |
| Empty pockets to our graves. | |
| There's no court for our case. | |
| What failure gave us suits our taste |
| zuo qu : Ringle | |
| We are young and we are weak. | |
| Just as blank as we are bleak. | |
| Too far gone in our heads. | |
| We all live and work in the red. | |
| We' re cold, | |
| we had done all we' ve been told. | |
| There' s no court for our case. | |
| What failure gave us suits our taste. | |
| We all bend, we all break. | |
| We all forfeit what we make. | |
| Too far gone, in our heads. | |
| We all live and work in the red. | |
| We' re cold, | |
| we had done all we' ve been told. | |
| There' s no court for our case. | |
| What failure gave us suits our taste. | |
| There' s no money to our names. | |
| Empty pockets to our graves. | |
| There' s no court for our case. | |
| What failure gave us suits our taste |
| zuò qǔ : Ringle | |
| We are young and we are weak. | |
| Just as blank as we are bleak. | |
| Too far gone in our heads. | |
| We all live and work in the red. | |
| We' re cold, | |
| we had done all we' ve been told. | |
| There' s no court for our case. | |
| What failure gave us suits our taste. | |
| We all bend, we all break. | |
| We all forfeit what we make. | |
| Too far gone, in our heads. | |
| We all live and work in the red. | |
| We' re cold, | |
| we had done all we' ve been told. | |
| There' s no court for our case. | |
| What failure gave us suits our taste. | |
| There' s no money to our names. | |
| Empty pockets to our graves. | |
| There' s no court for our case. | |
| What failure gave us suits our taste |