| Song | The Fool, The Meddling Idiot |
| Artist | Melvins |
| Album | Hostile Ambient Takeover |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Osborne | |
| I can feed | |
| From the angel | |
| On down here | |
| To blow my mind | |
| I'm away | |
| From the nail | |
| All we be | |
| Will come alive | |
| And you are | |
| My horrid | |
| Rotten rings are wrong | |
| Away from the mangle where we don't need | |
| I got the one to make me alright | |
| We ride | |
| For never | |
| Nothing can or will | |
| Rise | |
| We fight | |
| At zero | |
| Come holy rise 'round | |
| Do you will? | |
| We will in | |
| Hired hand for the eye | |
| They are alive and wasted on me | |
| You are so even | |
| Will you leave me? | |
| Will you ask in ten days | |
| When I'm not worried? | |
| Are they really harmless? | |
| I don't believe them | |
| None of us | |
| None of us don't know | |
| Sat down on the dusk |
| zuo ci : Osborne | |
| I can feed | |
| From the angel | |
| On down here | |
| To blow my mind | |
| I' m away | |
| From the nail | |
| All we be | |
| Will come alive | |
| And you are | |
| My horrid | |
| Rotten rings are wrong | |
| Away from the mangle where we don' t need | |
| I got the one to make me alright | |
| We ride | |
| For never | |
| Nothing can or will | |
| Rise | |
| We fight | |
| At zero | |
| Come holy rise ' round | |
| Do you will? | |
| We will in | |
| Hired hand for the eye | |
| They are alive and wasted on me | |
| You are so even | |
| Will you leave me? | |
| Will you ask in ten days | |
| When I' m not worried? | |
| Are they really harmless? | |
| I don' t believe them | |
| None of us | |
| None of us don' t know | |
| Sat down on the dusk |
| zuò cí : Osborne | |
| I can feed | |
| From the angel | |
| On down here | |
| To blow my mind | |
| I' m away | |
| From the nail | |
| All we be | |
| Will come alive | |
| And you are | |
| My horrid | |
| Rotten rings are wrong | |
| Away from the mangle where we don' t need | |
| I got the one to make me alright | |
| We ride | |
| For never | |
| Nothing can or will | |
| Rise | |
| We fight | |
| At zero | |
| Come holy rise ' round | |
| Do you will? | |
| We will in | |
| Hired hand for the eye | |
| They are alive and wasted on me | |
| You are so even | |
| Will you leave me? | |
| Will you ask in ten days | |
| When I' m not worried? | |
| Are they really harmless? | |
| I don' t believe them | |
| None of us | |
| None of us don' t know | |
| Sat down on the dusk |