| Song | Music That Tears Itself Apart |
| Artist | Jason Webley |
| Album | Viaje |
| 作曲 : Webley | |
| I want music that tears itself apart and takes the lot of you with it | |
| I need a catchy tune like I need a bullet in the heart | |
| So come on, old and young, sing while your teeth grind through your tongues | |
| We're making music that tears itself apart | |
| I want sobs that shake my spine like an earthquake | |
| I want to laugh like cities crashing down | |
| While a thousand slender dames keep chanting out my name | |
| So loud the gods will never forget my sound | |
| I'll practice breathing fire in missile silos | |
| All the ambassadors admire me for my tact | |
| See, I've sailed the seven seas and every port's made of ricotta cheese | |
| And it's time we start acknowledging the fact | |
| I want music that tears itself apart | |
| Yeah, I need a catchy tune like I need a bullet in the heart | |
| So come on, old and young, sing while your teeth grind through your tongues | |
| We're making music that tears itself apart | |
| I'll roll the earth into a fag and smoke it | |
| Just after I've made love to the sky | |
| Have a little chat with time before I choke it | |
| And teach all the earthworms how to fly | |
| I've got an army of lunatics armed with CB radios patrolling the subways | |
| And a warehouse full of underpaid workers transcribing everything they say | |
| So if you're lucky and I feel the itch, maybe I'll go through those manuscripts | |
| And publish the Great American Novel someday | |
| I want music that tears itself apart and takes the lot of you with it | |
| Yeah, I need a catchy tune like I need a bullet in the heart | |
| So come on, old and young, sing while your teeth grind through your tongues | |
| We're making music that tears itself apart | |
| That's right, come on, old and young, sing while your teeth grind through your tongues | |
| We're making music that tears itself apart |
| zuò qǔ : Webley | |
| I want music that tears itself apart and takes the lot of you with it | |
| I need a catchy tune like I need a bullet in the heart | |
| So come on, old and young, sing while your teeth grind through your tongues | |
| We' re making music that tears itself apart | |
| I want sobs that shake my spine like an earthquake | |
| I want to laugh like cities crashing down | |
| While a thousand slender dames keep chanting out my name | |
| So loud the gods will never forget my sound | |
| I' ll practice breathing fire in missile silos | |
| All the ambassadors admire me for my tact | |
| See, I' ve sailed the seven seas and every port' s made of ricotta cheese | |
| And it' s time we start acknowledging the fact | |
| I want music that tears itself apart | |
| Yeah, I need a catchy tune like I need a bullet in the heart | |
| So come on, old and young, sing while your teeth grind through your tongues | |
| We' re making music that tears itself apart | |
| I' ll roll the earth into a fag and smoke it | |
| Just after I' ve made love to the sky | |
| Have a little chat with time before I choke it | |
| And teach all the earthworms how to fly | |
| I' ve got an army of lunatics armed with CB radios patrolling the subways | |
| And a warehouse full of underpaid workers transcribing everything they say | |
| So if you' re lucky and I feel the itch, maybe I' ll go through those manuscripts | |
| And publish the Great American Novel someday | |
| I want music that tears itself apart and takes the lot of you with it | |
| Yeah, I need a catchy tune like I need a bullet in the heart | |
| So come on, old and young, sing while your teeth grind through your tongues | |
| We' re making music that tears itself apart | |
| That' s right, come on, old and young, sing while your teeth grind through your tongues | |
| We' re making music that tears itself apart |