| Song | Turn it On Salvador |
| Artist | Toy Matinee |
| Album | Toy Matinee |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Gilbert, Leonard, Pratt | |
| Turn it on, Salvador | |
| Drag the bound priest across the floor | |
| Skin to shed, God is dead, what to do, so are you | |
| Are you? | |
| Wake them up, shake 'em up | |
| Death and a gala premiere | |
| Turn it on, Salvador | |
| Brutally offensive, but never a bore | |
| Ants in hands, no demands, eyeing out a point of view | |
| Or two | |
| Bang them out, hang them up | |
| Nothing is what it appears | |
| Didn't he say how he likes to make the holes? | |
| Time melts away while he tries to make the holes | |
| Turn it on, Salvador | |
| Turn it off, Salvador | |
| Holy rotting donkey carcass butterfly eeeeee | |
| Even tied, eggs you fried, out of luck | |
| What the | |
| (some 15th century German word) | |
| (Some 15th century German word) | |
| Books are guns, biking nuns | |
| Ants, sirs, they crawl from the wounds | |
| Didn't he say how he likes to make the holes? | |
| Time melts away while he tries to make the holes | |
| Turn it on, Salvador | |
| Da da da da da da | |
| Didn't he say how he likes to make the holes? | |
| Time melts away while he tries to make the holes | |
| Turn it on, Salvador |
| zuo qu : Gilbert, Leonard, Pratt | |
| Turn it on, Salvador | |
| Drag the bound priest across the floor | |
| Skin to shed, God is dead, what to do, so are you | |
| Are you? | |
| Wake them up, shake ' em up | |
| Death and a gala premiere | |
| Turn it on, Salvador | |
| Brutally offensive, but never a bore | |
| Ants in hands, no demands, eyeing out a point of view | |
| Or two | |
| Bang them out, hang them up | |
| Nothing is what it appears | |
| Didn' t he say how he likes to make the holes? | |
| Time melts away while he tries to make the holes | |
| Turn it on, Salvador | |
| Turn it off, Salvador | |
| Holy rotting donkey carcass butterfly eeeeee | |
| Even tied, eggs you fried, out of luck | |
| What the | |
| some 15th century German word | |
| Some 15th century German word | |
| Books are guns, biking nuns | |
| Ants, sirs, they crawl from the wounds | |
| Didn' t he say how he likes to make the holes? | |
| Time melts away while he tries to make the holes | |
| Turn it on, Salvador | |
| Da da da da da da | |
| Didn' t he say how he likes to make the holes? | |
| Time melts away while he tries to make the holes | |
| Turn it on, Salvador |
| zuò qǔ : Gilbert, Leonard, Pratt | |
| Turn it on, Salvador | |
| Drag the bound priest across the floor | |
| Skin to shed, God is dead, what to do, so are you | |
| Are you? | |
| Wake them up, shake ' em up | |
| Death and a gala premiere | |
| Turn it on, Salvador | |
| Brutally offensive, but never a bore | |
| Ants in hands, no demands, eyeing out a point of view | |
| Or two | |
| Bang them out, hang them up | |
| Nothing is what it appears | |
| Didn' t he say how he likes to make the holes? | |
| Time melts away while he tries to make the holes | |
| Turn it on, Salvador | |
| Turn it off, Salvador | |
| Holy rotting donkey carcass butterfly eeeeee | |
| Even tied, eggs you fried, out of luck | |
| What the | |
| some 15th century German word | |
| Some 15th century German word | |
| Books are guns, biking nuns | |
| Ants, sirs, they crawl from the wounds | |
| Didn' t he say how he likes to make the holes? | |
| Time melts away while he tries to make the holes | |
| Turn it on, Salvador | |
| Da da da da da da | |
| Didn' t he say how he likes to make the holes? | |
| Time melts away while he tries to make the holes | |
| Turn it on, Salvador |