| Song | Sing! Captain |
| Artist | Handsome Furs |
| Album | Plague Park |
| 作曲 : Boeckner, Perry | |
| There's a town, just a little town | |
| Raining cloud, a hollow sound | |
| When our lover gather round | |
| And if they're cold | |
| Then they're cold | |
| Feed them wine, feed them chrome | |
| We hate this place here | |
| It's our home, It's our home | |
| And your car-collapsing trees and I | |
| Could turn them back to sound | |
| With the torches in our hands we will reduce it | |
| To the ground | |
| I stood outside in the bright black night | |
| Beneath their buzzing power lines | |
| And I saw a number in the sky, in the sky | |
| And if there's a God, he's a little gun | |
| And he holds you closely inside these walls | |
| But he hates his babies most of all | |
| And your car-collapsing trees and I | |
| Could turn them back to sound | |
| With our torches in our hands we will reduce it to the ground | |
| In the parliament there's a little | |
| Hands that are reaching out | |
| You can try and try and try but baby there's no way around | |
| Sing Captain | |
| Sing out loud | |
| Sing, but we're bound | |
| Bound | |
| Sing Captain | |
| Sing out loud | |
| Sing Captain | |
| We're Bound |
| zuò qǔ : Boeckner, Perry | |
| There' s a town, just a little town | |
| Raining cloud, a hollow sound | |
| When our lover gather round | |
| And if they' re cold | |
| Then they' re cold | |
| Feed them wine, feed them chrome | |
| We hate this place here | |
| It' s our home, It' s our home | |
| And your carcollapsing trees and I | |
| Could turn them back to sound | |
| With the torches in our hands we will reduce it | |
| To the ground | |
| I stood outside in the bright black night | |
| Beneath their buzzing power lines | |
| And I saw a number in the sky, in the sky | |
| And if there' s a God, he' s a little gun | |
| And he holds you closely inside these walls | |
| But he hates his babies most of all | |
| And your carcollapsing trees and I | |
| Could turn them back to sound | |
| With our torches in our hands we will reduce it to the ground | |
| In the parliament there' s a little | |
| Hands that are reaching out | |
| You can try and try and try but baby there' s no way around | |
| Sing Captain | |
| Sing out loud | |
| Sing, but we' re bound | |
| Bound | |
| Sing Captain | |
| Sing out loud | |
| Sing Captain | |
| We' re Bound |