| Song | Trip Rider |
| Artist | Warrior Soul |
| Album | Salutations From The Ghetto Nation |
| 作词 : Warrior Soul | |
| Service sector populate | |
| I bail out on your hate war | |
| Disparity`s sweet justice | |
| On the rock of sarcasm | |
| This is dark nothing you | |
| Can do to stop this damn thing now | |
| Onward constant push | |
| Primal vision amped to destruction | |
| Trip rider psychedelic sin into the sun | |
| Trip rider screw the nation | |
| I hate your dying state | |
| Man you could recharge hell | |
| The carbon holograms | |
| Five billion suckers all | |
| Protect the status quo | |
| The relics of your progress | |
| Third world your starving child | |
| Your comfort won`t address | |
| Trip rider my sonic sin into the sun | |
| Trip rider | |
| I hate your nation | |
| Conditioned mortal | |
| Keep your smile as your coma devours | |
| Soul suckers motherfuckers | |
| Take it all `til you have none | |
| Dream joy while they get rich | |
| The country`s corpse to ground and flowers | |
| Epithet - thought we were free | |
| Misery to pass eternal hours | |
| Trip rider my work is never done | |
| Trip rider | |
| I hate the nation |
| zuò cí : Warrior Soul | |
| Service sector populate | |
| I bail out on your hate war | |
| Disparity s sweet justice | |
| On the rock of sarcasm | |
| This is dark nothing you | |
| Can do to stop this damn thing now | |
| Onward constant push | |
| Primal vision amped to destruction | |
| Trip rider psychedelic sin into the sun | |
| Trip rider screw the nation | |
| I hate your dying state | |
| Man you could recharge hell | |
| The carbon holograms | |
| Five billion suckers all | |
| Protect the status quo | |
| The relics of your progress | |
| Third world your starving child | |
| Your comfort won t address | |
| Trip rider my sonic sin into the sun | |
| Trip rider | |
| I hate your nation | |
| Conditioned mortal | |
| Keep your smile as your coma devours | |
| Soul suckers motherfuckers | |
| Take it all til you have none | |
| Dream joy while they get rich | |
| The country s corpse to ground and flowers | |
| Epithet thought we were free | |
| Misery to pass eternal hours | |
| Trip rider my work is never done | |
| Trip rider | |
| I hate the nation |