| 作曲 : Hodgson, Watts | |
| You hit, you hurt, resign | |
| Your crust will crumble into mine | |
| You carve your crime with mine | |
| And one more sucker tows the line | |
| The devil's debt, my little deals | |
| I take my corners on two wheels | |
| Keep it dumb, just one hitch | |
| I am the scratch you could never itch | |
| Keep it dumb, just one hitch | |
| My god is begging me for one more fix | |
| I hate to break, but I can't relate | |
| So I shoot, shovel, and shut up, baby | |
| I hate to break, but I can't relate | |
| So I shoot, shovel, and shut up, baby | |
| I hate to break, but I can't relate | |
| So I shoot, shovel, and shut up, baby | |
| I hate to break, but I can't relate | |
| So I shoot, shovel, and shut up, baby | |
| Vitriol, vice, and virtue | |
| Vitriol, vice, and virtue | |
| Your cure, my sewer | |
| I'll take your time upon the skewer | |
| I fleet so much, and with your touch | |
| This piglet needs to feel your crutch | |
| The crush, the cry | |
| The scream, the lie | |
| The answer crawls out of your eye | |
| The hope, the tricks | |
| My god is begging me for one more fix | |
| I hate to break, but I can't relate | |
| So I shoot, shovel, and shut up, baby | |
| I hate to break, but I can't relate | |
| So I shoot, shovel, and shut up, baby | |
| I hate to break, but I can't relate | |
| So I shoot, shovel, and shut up, baby | |
| I hate to break, but I can't relate | |
| So I shoot, shovel, and shut up, baby | |
| Vitriol, vice, and virtue | |
| Vitriol, vice, and virtue | |
| Vitriol, vice, and virtue | |
| I hate to break, but I can't relate | |
| So I shoot, shovel, and shut up, baby | |
| I hate to break, but I can't relate | |
| So I shoot, shovel, and shut up, baby | |
| I hate to break, but I can't relate | |
| So I shoot, shovel, and shut up, baby | |
| I hate to break, but I can't relate | |
| So I shoot, shovel, and shut up, baby | |
| Vitriol, vice, and virtue | |
| Vitriol, vice, and virtue | |
| Vitriol, vice, and virtue | |
| Vitriol, vice, and virtue |
| zuo qu : Hodgson, Watts | |
| You hit, you hurt, resign | |
| Your crust will crumble into mine | |
| You carve your crime with mine | |
| And one more sucker tows the line | |
| The devil' s debt, my little deals | |
| I take my corners on two wheels | |
| Keep it dumb, just one hitch | |
| I am the scratch you could never itch | |
| Keep it dumb, just one hitch | |
| My god is begging me for one more fix | |
| I hate to break, but I can' t relate | |
| So I shoot, shovel, and shut up, baby | |
| I hate to break, but I can' t relate | |
| So I shoot, shovel, and shut up, baby | |
| I hate to break, but I can' t relate | |
| So I shoot, shovel, and shut up, baby | |
| I hate to break, but I can' t relate | |
| So I shoot, shovel, and shut up, baby | |
| Vitriol, vice, and virtue | |
| Vitriol, vice, and virtue | |
| Your cure, my sewer | |
| I' ll take your time upon the skewer | |
| I fleet so much, and with your touch | |
| This piglet needs to feel your crutch | |
| The crush, the cry | |
| The scream, the lie | |
| The answer crawls out of your eye | |
| The hope, the tricks | |
| My god is begging me for one more fix | |
| I hate to break, but I can' t relate | |
| So I shoot, shovel, and shut up, baby | |
| I hate to break, but I can' t relate | |
| So I shoot, shovel, and shut up, baby | |
| I hate to break, but I can' t relate | |
| So I shoot, shovel, and shut up, baby | |
| I hate to break, but I can' t relate | |
| So I shoot, shovel, and shut up, baby | |
| Vitriol, vice, and virtue | |
| Vitriol, vice, and virtue | |
| Vitriol, vice, and virtue | |
| I hate to break, but I can' t relate | |
| So I shoot, shovel, and shut up, baby | |
| I hate to break, but I can' t relate | |
| So I shoot, shovel, and shut up, baby | |
| I hate to break, but I can' t relate | |
| So I shoot, shovel, and shut up, baby | |
| I hate to break, but I can' t relate | |
| So I shoot, shovel, and shut up, baby | |
| Vitriol, vice, and virtue | |
| Vitriol, vice, and virtue | |
| Vitriol, vice, and virtue | |
| Vitriol, vice, and virtue |
| zuò qǔ : Hodgson, Watts | |
| You hit, you hurt, resign | |
| Your crust will crumble into mine | |
| You carve your crime with mine | |
| And one more sucker tows the line | |
| The devil' s debt, my little deals | |
| I take my corners on two wheels | |
| Keep it dumb, just one hitch | |
| I am the scratch you could never itch | |
| Keep it dumb, just one hitch | |
| My god is begging me for one more fix | |
| I hate to break, but I can' t relate | |
| So I shoot, shovel, and shut up, baby | |
| I hate to break, but I can' t relate | |
| So I shoot, shovel, and shut up, baby | |
| I hate to break, but I can' t relate | |
| So I shoot, shovel, and shut up, baby | |
| I hate to break, but I can' t relate | |
| So I shoot, shovel, and shut up, baby | |
| Vitriol, vice, and virtue | |
| Vitriol, vice, and virtue | |
| Your cure, my sewer | |
| I' ll take your time upon the skewer | |
| I fleet so much, and with your touch | |
| This piglet needs to feel your crutch | |
| The crush, the cry | |
| The scream, the lie | |
| The answer crawls out of your eye | |
| The hope, the tricks | |
| My god is begging me for one more fix | |
| I hate to break, but I can' t relate | |
| So I shoot, shovel, and shut up, baby | |
| I hate to break, but I can' t relate | |
| So I shoot, shovel, and shut up, baby | |
| I hate to break, but I can' t relate | |
| So I shoot, shovel, and shut up, baby | |
| I hate to break, but I can' t relate | |
| So I shoot, shovel, and shut up, baby | |
| Vitriol, vice, and virtue | |
| Vitriol, vice, and virtue | |
| Vitriol, vice, and virtue | |
| I hate to break, but I can' t relate | |
| So I shoot, shovel, and shut up, baby | |
| I hate to break, but I can' t relate | |
| So I shoot, shovel, and shut up, baby | |
| I hate to break, but I can' t relate | |
| So I shoot, shovel, and shut up, baby | |
| I hate to break, but I can' t relate | |
| So I shoot, shovel, and shut up, baby | |
| Vitriol, vice, and virtue | |
| Vitriol, vice, and virtue | |
| Vitriol, vice, and virtue | |
| Vitriol, vice, and virtue |