| Song | Ashes of American Flags |
| Artist | Wilco |
| Album | Yankee Hotel Foxtrot |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Bennett, Tweedy | |
| The cash machine is blue and green | |
| For a hundred in twenties and a small service fee | |
| I could spend three dollars and sixty-three cents | |
| On diet coca-cola and unlit cigarettes | |
| I wonder why we listen to poets when nobody gives a fuck | |
| How hot and sorrowful, this machine begs for luck | |
| All my lies are always wishes | |
| I know I would die if | |
| I could come back new | |
| I want a good life with a nose for things | |
| The fresh wind and bright sky to enjoy my suffering | |
| A hole without a key if | |
| I break my tongue | |
| Speaking of tomorrow, how will it ever come? | |
| All my lies are always wishes | |
| I know I would die if | |
| I could come back new | |
| I'm down on my hands and knees | |
| Every time a doorbell rings | |
| I shake like a toothache | |
| When I hear myself sing | |
| All my lies are only wishes | |
| I know I would die if | |
| I could come back new | |
| I would like to salute | |
| The ashes of | |
| American flags | |
| And all the fallen leaves | |
| Filling up shopping bags |
| zuo ci : Bennett, Tweedy | |
| The cash machine is blue and green | |
| For a hundred in twenties and a small service fee | |
| I could spend three dollars and sixtythree cents | |
| On diet cocacola and unlit cigarettes | |
| I wonder why we listen to poets when nobody gives a fuck | |
| How hot and sorrowful, this machine begs for luck | |
| All my lies are always wishes | |
| I know I would die if | |
| I could come back new | |
| I want a good life with a nose for things | |
| The fresh wind and bright sky to enjoy my suffering | |
| A hole without a key if | |
| I break my tongue | |
| Speaking of tomorrow, how will it ever come? | |
| All my lies are always wishes | |
| I know I would die if | |
| I could come back new | |
| I' m down on my hands and knees | |
| Every time a doorbell rings | |
| I shake like a toothache | |
| When I hear myself sing | |
| All my lies are only wishes | |
| I know I would die if | |
| I could come back new | |
| I would like to salute | |
| The ashes of | |
| American flags | |
| And all the fallen leaves | |
| Filling up shopping bags |
| zuò cí : Bennett, Tweedy | |
| The cash machine is blue and green | |
| For a hundred in twenties and a small service fee | |
| I could spend three dollars and sixtythree cents | |
| On diet cocacola and unlit cigarettes | |
| I wonder why we listen to poets when nobody gives a fuck | |
| How hot and sorrowful, this machine begs for luck | |
| All my lies are always wishes | |
| I know I would die if | |
| I could come back new | |
| I want a good life with a nose for things | |
| The fresh wind and bright sky to enjoy my suffering | |
| A hole without a key if | |
| I break my tongue | |
| Speaking of tomorrow, how will it ever come? | |
| All my lies are always wishes | |
| I know I would die if | |
| I could come back new | |
| I' m down on my hands and knees | |
| Every time a doorbell rings | |
| I shake like a toothache | |
| When I hear myself sing | |
| All my lies are only wishes | |
| I know I would die if | |
| I could come back new | |
| I would like to salute | |
| The ashes of | |
| American flags | |
| And all the fallen leaves | |
| Filling up shopping bags |