| Song | Forbidden Places |
| Artist | Meat Puppets |
| Album | Forbidden Places |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Kirkwood | |
| You said I shouldn't have gone | |
| I don't know | |
| I went ahead on anyway | |
| Night time wore to dawn | |
| I found my free will had gone away from me | |
| Behind the masks that pass for faces | |
| Hours are lost in forbidden places | |
| Nowhere for me to run | |
| Not that I feel like running anywhere anyway | |
| Some things are clear at night | |
| Then become confusing in the light of day | |
| Within the darkness | |
| Behind the faces | |
| Pioneers of forbidden places | |
| Something | |
| I wouldn't have thought | |
| Crept up from behind me now it's here to stay | |
| Too real although it's not | |
| Couldn't have possibly been avoided anyway | |
| The crazy landscapes behind the faces, | |
| Holding back the forbidden places | |
| Abolished music, lost for ages | |
| The living words of forbidden pages | |
| Though dust has gathered on honest feeling | |
| Forbidden truths through twilight stealing | |
| And in the eyes of the listless faces | |
| Glisten hints of forbidden places | |
| Six Gallon | |
| Pie (instrumental) | |
| Total Time: 37.51 |
| zuo ci : Kirkwood | |
| You said I shouldn' t have gone | |
| I don' t know | |
| I went ahead on anyway | |
| Night time wore to dawn | |
| I found my free will had gone away from me | |
| Behind the masks that pass for faces | |
| Hours are lost in forbidden places | |
| Nowhere for me to run | |
| Not that I feel like running anywhere anyway | |
| Some things are clear at night | |
| Then become confusing in the light of day | |
| Within the darkness | |
| Behind the faces | |
| Pioneers of forbidden places | |
| Something | |
| I wouldn' t have thought | |
| Crept up from behind me now it' s here to stay | |
| Too real although it' s not | |
| Couldn' t have possibly been avoided anyway | |
| The crazy landscapes behind the faces, | |
| Holding back the forbidden places | |
| Abolished music, lost for ages | |
| The living words of forbidden pages | |
| Though dust has gathered on honest feeling | |
| Forbidden truths through twilight stealing | |
| And in the eyes of the listless faces | |
| Glisten hints of forbidden places | |
| Six Gallon | |
| Pie instrumental | |
| Total Time: 37. 51 |
| zuò cí : Kirkwood | |
| You said I shouldn' t have gone | |
| I don' t know | |
| I went ahead on anyway | |
| Night time wore to dawn | |
| I found my free will had gone away from me | |
| Behind the masks that pass for faces | |
| Hours are lost in forbidden places | |
| Nowhere for me to run | |
| Not that I feel like running anywhere anyway | |
| Some things are clear at night | |
| Then become confusing in the light of day | |
| Within the darkness | |
| Behind the faces | |
| Pioneers of forbidden places | |
| Something | |
| I wouldn' t have thought | |
| Crept up from behind me now it' s here to stay | |
| Too real although it' s not | |
| Couldn' t have possibly been avoided anyway | |
| The crazy landscapes behind the faces, | |
| Holding back the forbidden places | |
| Abolished music, lost for ages | |
| The living words of forbidden pages | |
| Though dust has gathered on honest feeling | |
| Forbidden truths through twilight stealing | |
| And in the eyes of the listless faces | |
| Glisten hints of forbidden places | |
| Six Gallon | |
| Pie instrumental | |
| Total Time: 37. 51 |