| Song | Pre-Medicated Murder |
| Artist | No Use for a Name |
| Album | Hard Rock Bottom |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Sly | |
| More times than five | |
| I've been right here by your side | |
| Still Wondering.... | |
| Where did you go? | |
| Walk down the hall in a mental menacle | |
| Don't want to be 'round | |
| When you take yourself out | |
| And it's a complicated life | |
| Step to the plate to swing and miss | |
| But I have more vigor than this | |
| When "how you live, is how you die" | |
| Looks like your soul is connected to the wall | |
| A photgraph stands by the bed | |
| Of better times, when we crubled with our spine | |
| But lived the next day...and put the | |
| Malice away | |
| That's when | |
| I noticed the drip | |
| Ignored the line that didn't skip | |
| No more sleepless nights just for me | |
| It seemed the blue suburban sky turned to gray, polluted night | |
| But as for you, a memory. |
| zuo ci : Sly | |
| More times than five | |
| I' ve been right here by your side | |
| Still Wondering.... | |
| Where did you go? | |
| Walk down the hall in a mental menacle | |
| Don' t want to be ' round | |
| When you take yourself out | |
| And it' s a complicated life | |
| Step to the plate to swing and miss | |
| But I have more vigor than this | |
| When " how you live, is how you die" | |
| Looks like your soul is connected to the wall | |
| A photgraph stands by the bed | |
| Of better times, when we crubled with our spine | |
| But lived the next day... and put the | |
| Malice away | |
| That' s when | |
| I noticed the drip | |
| Ignored the line that didn' t skip | |
| No more sleepless nights just for me | |
| It seemed the blue suburban sky turned to gray, polluted night | |
| But as for you, a memory. |
| zuò cí : Sly | |
| More times than five | |
| I' ve been right here by your side | |
| Still Wondering.... | |
| Where did you go? | |
| Walk down the hall in a mental menacle | |
| Don' t want to be ' round | |
| When you take yourself out | |
| And it' s a complicated life | |
| Step to the plate to swing and miss | |
| But I have more vigor than this | |
| When " how you live, is how you die" | |
| Looks like your soul is connected to the wall | |
| A photgraph stands by the bed | |
| Of better times, when we crubled with our spine | |
| But lived the next day... and put the | |
| Malice away | |
| That' s when | |
| I noticed the drip | |
| Ignored the line that didn' t skip | |
| No more sleepless nights just for me | |
| It seemed the blue suburban sky turned to gray, polluted night | |
| But as for you, a memory. |