| Song | 3 Big Bags |
| Artist | Dink |
| Album | Dink |
| 作词 : Carlin, Lightbody | |
| So you feel like you're all grown up now | |
| A great big fish in a great big town | |
| With the whole wide world at your fingertips | |
| All slicked back and ruby lipped | |
| An all-star player at the front of the line | |
| Kissing lots of ass and working overtime | |
| You got real good at acting your age | |
| You're a bird in search of a cage | |
| Ever since you were young it's been push, push, push | |
| And now looking back it seems torturous | |
| You say I'm the greatest thing that this worlds ever seen | |
| My mommy and daddy wouldn't lie to me | |
| They gave me everything that they thought I would need | |
| A sack of gold and a sack of leaves | |
| Hit me real good and screamed with rage | |
| Now I'm a bird in search of a cage | |
| A sack of gold, a sack of leaves | |
| A sack of dirt for us to eat | |
| Cross the road, walk the tracks | |
| Open your eyes and don't look back | |
| You got an 8-ball in your coat and some money in your wallet | |
| A hundred dollar bill is rolled up in your pocket | |
| It's a fast, fast world for a fast, fast guy | |
| The king of the hill with your head in the sky | |
| You sold that sack of gold a long time ago | |
| And the big bag of leaves was getting old | |
| Strutting around like you're on a stage | |
| Dirty little bird found a dirty little cage | |
| Time's gone by and you're feeling pretty old | |
| All your friends stopped calling back a long time ago | |
| You know there's something missing but you don't know what | |
| It ain't money, ain't power, ain't a silky little slut | |
| You?re a time bomb, time bomb born without a fuse | |
| Credit's running out and the bills are coming due | |
| Now your wings are all shriveled and you?re counting up your days | |
| The door's always open but you love your filthy cage |
| zuò cí : Carlin, Lightbody | |
| So you feel like you' re all grown up now | |
| A great big fish in a great big town | |
| With the whole wide world at your fingertips | |
| All slicked back and ruby lipped | |
| An allstar player at the front of the line | |
| Kissing lots of ass and working overtime | |
| You got real good at acting your age | |
| You' re a bird in search of a cage | |
| Ever since you were young it' s been push, push, push | |
| And now looking back it seems torturous | |
| You say I' m the greatest thing that this worlds ever seen | |
| My mommy and daddy wouldn' t lie to me | |
| They gave me everything that they thought I would need | |
| A sack of gold and a sack of leaves | |
| Hit me real good and screamed with rage | |
| Now I' m a bird in search of a cage | |
| A sack of gold, a sack of leaves | |
| A sack of dirt for us to eat | |
| Cross the road, walk the tracks | |
| Open your eyes and don' t look back | |
| You got an 8ball in your coat and some money in your wallet | |
| A hundred dollar bill is rolled up in your pocket | |
| It' s a fast, fast world for a fast, fast guy | |
| The king of the hill with your head in the sky | |
| You sold that sack of gold a long time ago | |
| And the big bag of leaves was getting old | |
| Strutting around like you' re on a stage | |
| Dirty little bird found a dirty little cage | |
| Time' s gone by and you' re feeling pretty old | |
| All your friends stopped calling back a long time ago | |
| You know there' s something missing but you don' t know what | |
| It ain' t money, ain' t power, ain' t a silky little slut | |
| You? re a time bomb, time bomb born without a fuse | |
| Credit' s running out and the bills are coming due | |
| Now your wings are all shriveled and you? re counting up your days | |
| The door' s always open but you love your filthy cage |