| Song | Alpha Rats Nest |
| Artist | The Mountain Goats |
| Album | Tallahassee |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Darnielle | |
| Ah, the lengthening hours in the refinery | |
| Belching fire into the sky | |
| We do our best vampire routines | |
| As we suck the dying hours dry | |
| The night is lovely as a rose | |
| If I see sunlight hit you | |
| I am sure that we'll both decompose | |
| Ah, the fitful sleep and the fire engines | |
| That I dream of when I dream | |
| Someday we'll both wake up for good | |
| I will try hard not to scream | |
| The evening wind will shake the blinds | |
| You're stirring from your slumber | |
| We've got something hateful on our minds | |
| Oh, sing, sing, sing | |
| For the dying of the day | |
| Sing for the flames that will rip through here | |
| And the smoke that will carry us away | |
| Yeah, sing for the damage we've done | |
| And the worse things that we'll do | |
| Open your mouth up and sing for me now | |
| And I will sing for you |
| zuo ci : Darnielle | |
| Ah, the lengthening hours in the refinery | |
| Belching fire into the sky | |
| We do our best vampire routines | |
| As we suck the dying hours dry | |
| The night is lovely as a rose | |
| If I see sunlight hit you | |
| I am sure that we' ll both decompose | |
| Ah, the fitful sleep and the fire engines | |
| That I dream of when I dream | |
| Someday we' ll both wake up for good | |
| I will try hard not to scream | |
| The evening wind will shake the blinds | |
| You' re stirring from your slumber | |
| We' ve got something hateful on our minds | |
| Oh, sing, sing, sing | |
| For the dying of the day | |
| Sing for the flames that will rip through here | |
| And the smoke that will carry us away | |
| Yeah, sing for the damage we' ve done | |
| And the worse things that we' ll do | |
| Open your mouth up and sing for me now | |
| And I will sing for you |
| zuò cí : Darnielle | |
| Ah, the lengthening hours in the refinery | |
| Belching fire into the sky | |
| We do our best vampire routines | |
| As we suck the dying hours dry | |
| The night is lovely as a rose | |
| If I see sunlight hit you | |
| I am sure that we' ll both decompose | |
| Ah, the fitful sleep and the fire engines | |
| That I dream of when I dream | |
| Someday we' ll both wake up for good | |
| I will try hard not to scream | |
| The evening wind will shake the blinds | |
| You' re stirring from your slumber | |
| We' ve got something hateful on our minds | |
| Oh, sing, sing, sing | |
| For the dying of the day | |
| Sing for the flames that will rip through here | |
| And the smoke that will carry us away | |
| Yeah, sing for the damage we' ve done | |
| And the worse things that we' ll do | |
| Open your mouth up and sing for me now | |
| And I will sing for you |