| Song | The Grim Trucker |
| Artist | Ron Sexsmith |
| Album | Time Being |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Sexsmith | |
| When the moon is only a shadow | |
| And the world is wiping her eyes | |
| The grim trucker darkens the meadow | |
| To the market he never drives | |
| All the pigs go down the hill | |
| Past the police station | |
| Across the tracks | |
| They turn right at the next light | |
| And they never come back | |
| See the sleepy-eyed little children | |
| As we bus 'em off to school | |
| To a greasy grimy ol' building | |
| With a rusty golden rule | |
| All the pigs go down the hill | |
| Past the police station | |
| Across the tracks | |
| They turn right at the next light | |
| And they never come back | |
| Never come back | |
| Fill our face with eggs and bacon | |
| While this question weighs on our minds | |
| Will we wake to wings up in Heaven? | |
| Or to hooves and snout in our next life? | |
| Some say if we get it right in this life | |
| Then we never come back | |
| We never come back... | |
| Never come back, never come back | |
| We never come back, never come back, never come back | |
| Never come back |
| zuo ci : Sexsmith | |
| When the moon is only a shadow | |
| And the world is wiping her eyes | |
| The grim trucker darkens the meadow | |
| To the market he never drives | |
| All the pigs go down the hill | |
| Past the police station | |
| Across the tracks | |
| They turn right at the next light | |
| And they never come back | |
| See the sleepyeyed little children | |
| As we bus ' em off to school | |
| To a greasy grimy ol' building | |
| With a rusty golden rule | |
| All the pigs go down the hill | |
| Past the police station | |
| Across the tracks | |
| They turn right at the next light | |
| And they never come back | |
| Never come back | |
| Fill our face with eggs and bacon | |
| While this question weighs on our minds | |
| Will we wake to wings up in Heaven? | |
| Or to hooves and snout in our next life? | |
| Some say if we get it right in this life | |
| Then we never come back | |
| We never come back... | |
| Never come back, never come back | |
| We never come back, never come back, never come back | |
| Never come back |
| zuò cí : Sexsmith | |
| When the moon is only a shadow | |
| And the world is wiping her eyes | |
| The grim trucker darkens the meadow | |
| To the market he never drives | |
| All the pigs go down the hill | |
| Past the police station | |
| Across the tracks | |
| They turn right at the next light | |
| And they never come back | |
| See the sleepyeyed little children | |
| As we bus ' em off to school | |
| To a greasy grimy ol' building | |
| With a rusty golden rule | |
| All the pigs go down the hill | |
| Past the police station | |
| Across the tracks | |
| They turn right at the next light | |
| And they never come back | |
| Never come back | |
| Fill our face with eggs and bacon | |
| While this question weighs on our minds | |
| Will we wake to wings up in Heaven? | |
| Or to hooves and snout in our next life? | |
| Some say if we get it right in this life | |
| Then we never come back | |
| We never come back... | |
| Never come back, never come back | |
| We never come back, never come back, never come back | |
| Never come back |