| Song | Yard Trip #7 |
| Artist | Screaming Trees |
| Album | Buzz Factory |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Screaming Trees | |
| Yard trip number seven's | |
| The one that they painted on the lawn | |
| And if we load it up into this gun | |
| Soon it'll all be gone | |
| Quarter to eleven on the day of my birth | |
| In the desert wind i would have a grin | |
| That might shatter the earth | |
| Whoa | |
| There's three short ways to live again | |
| Crumble like paper upon my skin | |
| They all tell you to try | |
| But you're gonna cry | |
| When no one cares where you've been | |
| Couple days of driving in circles i'd rather spin | |
| We've got eight more lives and two more tries | |
| And six ways for drifting beyond | |
| Whoa | |
| Yard trip number seven's the one they | |
| Tried to steal from heaven | |
| And if we load it up into this gun | |
| Soon it'll all be gone | |
| Whoa |
| zuo ci : Screaming Trees | |
| Yard trip number seven' s | |
| The one that they painted on the lawn | |
| And if we load it up into this gun | |
| Soon it' ll all be gone | |
| Quarter to eleven on the day of my birth | |
| In the desert wind i would have a grin | |
| That might shatter the earth | |
| Whoa | |
| There' s three short ways to live again | |
| Crumble like paper upon my skin | |
| They all tell you to try | |
| But you' re gonna cry | |
| When no one cares where you' ve been | |
| Couple days of driving in circles i' d rather spin | |
| We' ve got eight more lives and two more tries | |
| And six ways for drifting beyond | |
| Whoa | |
| Yard trip number seven' s the one they | |
| Tried to steal from heaven | |
| And if we load it up into this gun | |
| Soon it' ll all be gone | |
| Whoa |
| zuò cí : Screaming Trees | |
| Yard trip number seven' s | |
| The one that they painted on the lawn | |
| And if we load it up into this gun | |
| Soon it' ll all be gone | |
| Quarter to eleven on the day of my birth | |
| In the desert wind i would have a grin | |
| That might shatter the earth | |
| Whoa | |
| There' s three short ways to live again | |
| Crumble like paper upon my skin | |
| They all tell you to try | |
| But you' re gonna cry | |
| When no one cares where you' ve been | |
| Couple days of driving in circles i' d rather spin | |
| We' ve got eight more lives and two more tries | |
| And six ways for drifting beyond | |
| Whoa | |
| Yard trip number seven' s the one they | |
| Tried to steal from heaven | |
| And if we load it up into this gun | |
| Soon it' ll all be gone | |
| Whoa |