| Song | Cowbirds |
| Artist | Throwing Muses |
| Album | Limbo |
| 作词 : Hersh | |
| Pack the truck under the moon | |
| Jesus Christ, my lips are red | |
| You ask a lot of the moon | |
| When you ask me to forget | |
| I never asked you to pay my rent | |
| Jesus Christ, my lips are red | |
| God, you turn me on my head | |
| You're gonna haul me back again | |
| I heard cowbirds call us home | |
| I heard cowbirds call us home | |
| Fry your ground, take it | |
| Lie around naked | |
| I think God dripped you out of a sunbeam | |
| Only God dragged you out a tree with me | |
| I pulled you out of a snow bank | |
| I think you grew me out of the dirt | |
| I heard you pulled me out of a church | |
| To worship you | |
| Worship you | |
| I wanna ride inside | |
| I wanna ride inside | |
| I hold both of your fingers tighter | |
| You hold all of my hand, man | |
| I can see right through you | |
| I can see right through you | |
| I double-back and lose for this | |
| I miss you | |
| I miss you | |
| I heard cowbirds call us home | |
| He don't seem so keen | |
| He don't seem so keen to me | |
| He don't seem so keen | |
| He don't seem that keen on me | |
| I never asked him to pay my rent | |
| Jesus Christ, that rose is red | |
| I'm turning it on it's head | |
| Just like he does to me | |
| You suck me dry | |
| I'll never die | |
| You suck me dry | |
| I'll never die | |
| You suck me dry | |
| I'll never die | |
| Me and your rose | |
| Are gonna haul you back again |
| zuò cí : Hersh | |
| Pack the truck under the moon | |
| Jesus Christ, my lips are red | |
| You ask a lot of the moon | |
| When you ask me to forget | |
| I never asked you to pay my rent | |
| Jesus Christ, my lips are red | |
| God, you turn me on my head | |
| You' re gonna haul me back again | |
| I heard cowbirds call us home | |
| I heard cowbirds call us home | |
| Fry your ground, take it | |
| Lie around naked | |
| I think God dripped you out of a sunbeam | |
| Only God dragged you out a tree with me | |
| I pulled you out of a snow bank | |
| I think you grew me out of the dirt | |
| I heard you pulled me out of a church | |
| To worship you | |
| Worship you | |
| I wanna ride inside | |
| I wanna ride inside | |
| I hold both of your fingers tighter | |
| You hold all of my hand, man | |
| I can see right through you | |
| I can see right through you | |
| I doubleback and lose for this | |
| I miss you | |
| I miss you | |
| I heard cowbirds call us home | |
| He don' t seem so keen | |
| He don' t seem so keen to me | |
| He don' t seem so keen | |
| He don' t seem that keen on me | |
| I never asked him to pay my rent | |
| Jesus Christ, that rose is red | |
| I' m turning it on it' s head | |
| Just like he does to me | |
| You suck me dry | |
| I' ll never die | |
| You suck me dry | |
| I' ll never die | |
| You suck me dry | |
| I' ll never die | |
| Me and your rose | |
| Are gonna haul you back again |