| Song | Put the Gurus in Charge |
| Artist | Hallelujah the Hills |
| Album | Colonial Drones |
| 作曲 : Walsh | |
| here we are where we thought we began | |
| lost and high and burnt out with no back up plan | |
| and it's such a disgrace to leave all these kids weeping in the van | |
| so we're traversing North Dakota | |
| using only cartoon commerce maps to navigate | |
| but there's always an unlabeled tape | |
| lying in an unmarked box | |
| in an ill-kept archive | |
| can you guess who that tape is keeping alive? | |
| the first thing to know is you can never go back there | |
| the second thing to know is I'm the one who sent you the dream | |
| in the basement of your house, oh sunny Jean | |
| where you writhed and you coughed up and you screamed | |
| call the cops | |
| put the gurus in charge | |
| cause here comes an instructing hand | |
| to place upon your lack of plans | |
| and lead you to the tapes in the garage | |
| can you guess which false prophet is still at large? | |
| you fell in love with the woman sent here to kill you | |
| and now you'll kill the people that sent her to you | |
| she's the sweetest assassin in the states | |
| has a tattoo of the motto of The Fates | |
| you were brought here by design and now you'll live until you die | |
| you were brought here by design and now you'll live until you die | |
| you were brought here by design but don't take that as a sign | |
| you were brought here by design and now you'll live until you die | |
| you'll spend the next year always looking over your shoulder | |
| and searching through the paper for some elusive clue | |
| you press rewind, and then you press play, then you pause | |
| it's time to hear what you thought you had lost |
| zuò qǔ : Walsh | |
| here we are where we thought we began | |
| lost and high and burnt out with no back up plan | |
| and it' s such a disgrace to leave all these kids weeping in the van | |
| so we' re traversing North Dakota | |
| using only cartoon commerce maps to navigate | |
| but there' s always an unlabeled tape | |
| lying in an unmarked box | |
| in an illkept archive | |
| can you guess who that tape is keeping alive? | |
| the first thing to know is you can never go back there | |
| the second thing to know is I' m the one who sent you the dream | |
| in the basement of your house, oh sunny Jean | |
| where you writhed and you coughed up and you screamed | |
| call the cops | |
| put the gurus in charge | |
| cause here comes an instructing hand | |
| to place upon your lack of plans | |
| and lead you to the tapes in the garage | |
| can you guess which false prophet is still at large? | |
| you fell in love with the woman sent here to kill you | |
| and now you' ll kill the people that sent her to you | |
| she' s the sweetest assassin in the states | |
| has a tattoo of the motto of The Fates | |
| you were brought here by design and now you' ll live until you die | |
| you were brought here by design and now you' ll live until you die | |
| you were brought here by design but don' t take that as a sign | |
| you were brought here by design and now you' ll live until you die | |
| you' ll spend the next year always looking over your shoulder | |
| and searching through the paper for some elusive clue | |
| you press rewind, and then you press play, then you pause | |
| it' s time to hear what you thought you had lost |