| Song | Whatever Wakes McCool |
| Artist | Primitive Radio Gods |
| Album | White Hot Peach |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Lauterio, McAuliffe, OConnor ... | |
| Quite a surprise.... | |
| What an ingenious device. | |
| Boredom encompassesmy time. | |
| I don't know what | |
| I should do. | |
| Indulging a moment of your time. | |
| Seldom the breeder of lies. | |
| But you won't believe that it's true. | |
| They take to the sky. | |
| Southbound | |
| Pachyderm. | |
| Pinholes through cardboard at the sun. | |
| Passing the bucks by one by one, leaving nothing in return. | |
| Watching the majsety blow past. | |
| Speculating which will be the last. | |
| Savoring my piece of pie. | |
| And there is no reprise. | |
| They take to the sky. | |
| Southbound | |
| Pachyderm. |
| zuo ci : Lauterio, McAuliffe, OConnor ... | |
| Quite a surprise.... | |
| What an ingenious device. | |
| Boredom encompassesmy time. | |
| I don' t know what | |
| I should do. | |
| Indulging a moment of your time. | |
| Seldom the breeder of lies. | |
| But you won' t believe that it' s true. | |
| They take to the sky. | |
| Southbound | |
| Pachyderm. | |
| Pinholes through cardboard at the sun. | |
| Passing the bucks by one by one, leaving nothing in return. | |
| Watching the majsety blow past. | |
| Speculating which will be the last. | |
| Savoring my piece of pie. | |
| And there is no reprise. | |
| They take to the sky. | |
| Southbound | |
| Pachyderm. |
| zuò cí : Lauterio, McAuliffe, OConnor ... | |
| Quite a surprise.... | |
| What an ingenious device. | |
| Boredom encompassesmy time. | |
| I don' t know what | |
| I should do. | |
| Indulging a moment of your time. | |
| Seldom the breeder of lies. | |
| But you won' t believe that it' s true. | |
| They take to the sky. | |
| Southbound | |
| Pachyderm. | |
| Pinholes through cardboard at the sun. | |
| Passing the bucks by one by one, leaving nothing in return. | |
| Watching the majsety blow past. | |
| Speculating which will be the last. | |
| Savoring my piece of pie. | |
| And there is no reprise. | |
| They take to the sky. | |
| Southbound | |
| Pachyderm. |