| Song | An Ode To Locksmiths |
| Artist | Type O Negative |
| Album | Dead Again |
| 作词 : Steele | |
| Where the **** are my keys | |
| Been given the keys | |
| I knew I'd receive | |
| Be careful what you're asking for | |
| My rod and my staff simply twelve toned math | |
| An earful opening all doors | |
| Simon the | |
| Roman gone fishing for man | |
| If you're caught is to be freed | |
| Come, open your lock by using a rock | |
| Or sowing the proper seeds, yeah | |
| Woe to thee, all women of land, air and sea | |
| Adam was the serpent, apple 'tween his knees | |
| Seduced by a snake, worshiped by nations | |
| Banished forth from | |
| Eden, it's the male who is | |
| Satan, Satan | |
| From the tree of knowledge a metaphor for sex | |
| Plucked a ripened globe of fruit that of her innocence | |
| Since forbidden, resisted forcing her to taste | |
| And now I know why girls hate boys' | |
| Cause Eve was in fact raped, raped | |
| You ain't goin' nowhere | |
| Everybody, ready, let's go | |
| We ain't goin' home | |
| Got nowhere to go | |
| We ain't goin' home | |
| Got nowhere to go | |
| We ain't goin' home | |
| Got nowhere to go | |
| We ain't goin' home | |
| Got nowhere to go | |
| Nowhere to go | |
| Nowhere to go | |
| Come on, you come on | |
| We ain't goin' home | |
| Got nowhere to go | |
| We ain't goin' home | |
| Got nowhere to go | |
| We ain't goin' home | |
| Got nowhere to go | |
| We ain't goin' home | |
| Got nowhere to go | |
| Nowhere to go | |
| Nowhere to go | |
| Nowhere to go |
| zuò cí : Steele | |
| Where the are my keys | |
| Been given the keys | |
| I knew I' d receive | |
| Be careful what you' re asking for | |
| My rod and my staff simply twelve toned math | |
| An earful opening all doors | |
| Simon the | |
| Roman gone fishing for man | |
| If you' re caught is to be freed | |
| Come, open your lock by using a rock | |
| Or sowing the proper seeds, yeah | |
| Woe to thee, all women of land, air and sea | |
| Adam was the serpent, apple ' tween his knees | |
| Seduced by a snake, worshiped by nations | |
| Banished forth from | |
| Eden, it' s the male who is | |
| Satan, Satan | |
| From the tree of knowledge a metaphor for sex | |
| Plucked a ripened globe of fruit that of her innocence | |
| Since forbidden, resisted forcing her to taste | |
| And now I know why girls hate boys' | |
| Cause Eve was in fact raped, raped | |
| You ain' t goin' nowhere | |
| Everybody, ready, let' s go | |
| We ain' t goin' home | |
| Got nowhere to go | |
| We ain' t goin' home | |
| Got nowhere to go | |
| We ain' t goin' home | |
| Got nowhere to go | |
| We ain' t goin' home | |
| Got nowhere to go | |
| Nowhere to go | |
| Nowhere to go | |
| Come on, you come on | |
| We ain' t goin' home | |
| Got nowhere to go | |
| We ain' t goin' home | |
| Got nowhere to go | |
| We ain' t goin' home | |
| Got nowhere to go | |
| We ain' t goin' home | |
| Got nowhere to go | |
| Nowhere to go | |
| Nowhere to go | |
| Nowhere to go |