| Song | Feathered Friends |
| Artist | The Tear Garden |
| Album | Crystal Mass |
| 作曲 : De Kleer, Ka-Spel, Key, Knight ... | |
| Smoky Joe's done firing, no use hosing the remains | |
| Now we've got drunken heads and charcoal bunnies, funky frosted flakes | |
| Now we've got lava lamps, the toast is coasting, blocking all the drains | |
| And me and you wound up as effigies and made the hall of fame | |
| We are shouting, we are shouting | |
| We are screaming | |
| We are screaming, ahhh | |
| I guess there won't be a model like those folks in old Pompeii | |
| Like Tutankhamen, Cutthroat Canyon, Darby's Dungeons in Marseille | |
| With kiddies poking and provoking, scratching, fucking (out again?) | |
| Now we are shouting, we are shoutingWe are screaming, we are screaming, ahhh ... | |
| We're your heritage, a monument wonderfully preserved | |
| They came to see us by the thousands but we never ever heard | |
| Now I really need to scratch | |
| It's torture that these kids have gone | |
| (And except them?) for the birds | |
| For the birds ... | |
| I'm shouting, I'm shouting | |
| I'm screaming, I'm screaming, for the birds |
| zuò qǔ : De Kleer, KaSpel, Key, Knight ... | |
| Smoky Joe' s done firing, no use hosing the remains | |
| Now we' ve got drunken heads and charcoal bunnies, funky frosted flakes | |
| Now we' ve got lava lamps, the toast is coasting, blocking all the drains | |
| And me and you wound up as effigies and made the hall of fame | |
| We are shouting, we are shouting | |
| We are screaming | |
| We are screaming, ahhh | |
| I guess there won' t be a model like those folks in old Pompeii | |
| Like Tutankhamen, Cutthroat Canyon, Darby' s Dungeons in Marseille | |
| With kiddies poking and provoking, scratching, fucking out again? | |
| Now we are shouting, we are shoutingWe are screaming, we are screaming, ahhh ... | |
| We' re your heritage, a monument wonderfully preserved | |
| They came to see us by the thousands but we never ever heard | |
| Now I really need to scratch | |
| It' s torture that these kids have gone | |
| And except them? for the birds | |
| For the birds ... | |
| I' m shouting, I' m shouting | |
| I' m screaming, I' m screaming, for the birds |