| Song | Cape Cod Morning |
| Artist | John Squire |
| Album | Marshall's House |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Squire | |
| Cape cod morning | |
| Soon I'll be free | |
| Cape cod morning | |
| Bring the news to me | |
| I'm not your satellite | |
| You're no brave new world | |
| I'm not your satellite | |
| And the white horses curl | |
| Keep the home fires burning | |
| Do my best to burn you down | |
| Kitchen knives in the bedroom | |
| Pillow talking suicide | |
| I'm not your satellite | |
| You're no brave new world | |
| I'm not your satellite | |
| And the white horses curl | |
| Beep beep beep, he's outside | |
| So lucky to be alive | |
| Pressure rising through the mist | |
| Heart makes itself a fist | |
| Can't hear no radio | |
| Blood pumping heavy flow | |
| Cold sweat and icy palm | |
| You lost your lucky charm | |
| Here in the shrine to our long dead life | |
| I wait to offer you a slice |
| zuo qu : Squire | |
| Cape cod morning | |
| Soon I' ll be free | |
| Cape cod morning | |
| Bring the news to me | |
| I' m not your satellite | |
| You' re no brave new world | |
| I' m not your satellite | |
| And the white horses curl | |
| Keep the home fires burning | |
| Do my best to burn you down | |
| Kitchen knives in the bedroom | |
| Pillow talking suicide | |
| I' m not your satellite | |
| You' re no brave new world | |
| I' m not your satellite | |
| And the white horses curl | |
| Beep beep beep, he' s outside | |
| So lucky to be alive | |
| Pressure rising through the mist | |
| Heart makes itself a fist | |
| Can' t hear no radio | |
| Blood pumping heavy flow | |
| Cold sweat and icy palm | |
| You lost your lucky charm | |
| Here in the shrine to our long dead life | |
| I wait to offer you a slice |
| zuò qǔ : Squire | |
| Cape cod morning | |
| Soon I' ll be free | |
| Cape cod morning | |
| Bring the news to me | |
| I' m not your satellite | |
| You' re no brave new world | |
| I' m not your satellite | |
| And the white horses curl | |
| Keep the home fires burning | |
| Do my best to burn you down | |
| Kitchen knives in the bedroom | |
| Pillow talking suicide | |
| I' m not your satellite | |
| You' re no brave new world | |
| I' m not your satellite | |
| And the white horses curl | |
| Beep beep beep, he' s outside | |
| So lucky to be alive | |
| Pressure rising through the mist | |
| Heart makes itself a fist | |
| Can' t hear no radio | |
| Blood pumping heavy flow | |
| Cold sweat and icy palm | |
| You lost your lucky charm | |
| Here in the shrine to our long dead life | |
| I wait to offer you a slice |