| Song | Never to Be Found |
| Artist | Meat Puppets |
| Album | Too High to Die |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Kirkwood | |
| We got road, we got time | |
| So we're out of here | |
| We got rows, we got rows | |
| As far as we can see | |
| In the dust we can see your catastrophe | |
| Shining dimly like a mudslick in the sun | |
| Sparks fly from their eyes, birds fly from their mouths | |
| Echoing off this procession is a sound, never to be found | |
| With a tip of the hat we would exit here | |
| Off you go with a pie on your face | |
| Down the road we can see the electric chair | |
| Who'll be the first? | |
| I don't know, it's a race | |
| With a drop of the fly we should exit here | |
| Off you go with the crumbs on your face | |
| One-eyed clown in the road with electric hair | |
| At his best he's a total disgrace |
| zuo ci : Kirkwood | |
| We got road, we got time | |
| So we' re out of here | |
| We got rows, we got rows | |
| As far as we can see | |
| In the dust we can see your catastrophe | |
| Shining dimly like a mudslick in the sun | |
| Sparks fly from their eyes, birds fly from their mouths | |
| Echoing off this procession is a sound, never to be found | |
| With a tip of the hat we would exit here | |
| Off you go with a pie on your face | |
| Down the road we can see the electric chair | |
| Who' ll be the first? | |
| I don' t know, it' s a race | |
| With a drop of the fly we should exit here | |
| Off you go with the crumbs on your face | |
| Oneeyed clown in the road with electric hair | |
| At his best he' s a total disgrace |
| zuò cí : Kirkwood | |
| We got road, we got time | |
| So we' re out of here | |
| We got rows, we got rows | |
| As far as we can see | |
| In the dust we can see your catastrophe | |
| Shining dimly like a mudslick in the sun | |
| Sparks fly from their eyes, birds fly from their mouths | |
| Echoing off this procession is a sound, never to be found | |
| With a tip of the hat we would exit here | |
| Off you go with a pie on your face | |
| Down the road we can see the electric chair | |
| Who' ll be the first? | |
| I don' t know, it' s a race | |
| With a drop of the fly we should exit here | |
| Off you go with the crumbs on your face | |
| Oneeyed clown in the road with electric hair | |
| At his best he' s a total disgrace |