| Song | Lucinda Williams |
| Artist | Vic Chesnutt |
| Album | West of Rome |
| 作词 : Chesnutt | |
| imports and altercations my faculties on a shoe-string vacation | |
| I settled down on a hurt as big as Robert Mitchum and listen to Lucinda Williams | |
| oh, convenient lies, rubber knives I'm a dastardly villain, doing belly dives | |
| I before E except after me I'm dowsing my vitals at break-neck speed | |
| you and your little entourage playing amazing little parlor games in the garage | |
| like a jury of my peers triangulating my pretty point of exasperation | |
| yes we gather for some of that Catholic juice | |
| and hide behind the shower curtain, i watch the virgin spruce | |
| I'm soaking wet and feeling funny the mirror's a mirage, no wonder I always look so crummy | |
| My heroes are all off in the great beyond | |
| England is old but Atlantis is gone | |
| Feathers are floating down and I can't dodge them the tar is oozing from my little noggin | |
| It's ugly ancient residue there ain't no mistaking what's been abused | |
| feathers are floating down and I can't dodge them the tar is oozing from my little noggin | |
| it's ugly ancient residue now there ain't no mistaking who's been accused |
| zuò cí : Chesnutt | |
| imports and altercations my faculties on a shoestring vacation | |
| I settled down on a hurt as big as Robert Mitchum and listen to Lucinda Williams | |
| oh, convenient lies, rubber knives I' m a dastardly villain, doing belly dives | |
| I before E except after me I' m dowsing my vitals at breakneck speed | |
| you and your little entourage playing amazing little parlor games in the garage | |
| like a jury of my peers triangulating my pretty point of exasperation | |
| yes we gather for some of that Catholic juice | |
| and hide behind the shower curtain, i watch the virgin spruce | |
| I' m soaking wet and feeling funny the mirror' s a mirage, no wonder I always look so crummy | |
| My heroes are all off in the great beyond | |
| England is old but Atlantis is gone | |
| Feathers are floating down and I can' t dodge them the tar is oozing from my little noggin | |
| It' s ugly ancient residue there ain' t no mistaking what' s been abused | |
| feathers are floating down and I can' t dodge them the tar is oozing from my little noggin | |
| it' s ugly ancient residue now there ain' t no mistaking who' s been accused |