| Song | Fightin' For |
| Artist | Cross Canadian Ragweed |
| Album | Garage |
| 作曲 : Canada, McClure | |
| Well it's late, and you know | |
| I've been up drinkin, | |
| Talkin to myself up and down the hall. | |
| Ain't it great, another fabulous disaster. | |
| Well I can't wait, for the next hammer fall. | |
| You may have won this battle baby, | |
| But it don't mean | |
| I won't win the war. | |
| And you, you don't even know what it is that you're fightin for. | |
| Well it's early, | |
| I know you've been up waitin, | |
| Waitin for me to finally call. | |
| Talkin dirty, it ain't what you really wanted, | |
| To slam another phone up against the wall. | |
| You may have won this battle baby, | |
| But it don't mean | |
| I won't win the war. | |
| And you, you don't even know what it is that you're fightin for. | |
| Well think about me when you're out there honey, | |
| You know sometimes that | |
| I will. Sometimes | |
| I feel like a broken stone rollin down your hill. | |
| You may have won this battle baby, | |
| But it don't mean | |
| I won't win the war. | |
| And you, you don't even know what it is that you're fightin for. |
| zuò qǔ : Canada, McClure | |
| Well it' s late, and you know | |
| I' ve been up drinkin, | |
| Talkin to myself up and down the hall. | |
| Ain' t it great, another fabulous disaster. | |
| Well I can' t wait, for the next hammer fall. | |
| You may have won this battle baby, | |
| But it don' t mean | |
| I won' t win the war. | |
| And you, you don' t even know what it is that you' re fightin for. | |
| Well it' s early, | |
| I know you' ve been up waitin, | |
| Waitin for me to finally call. | |
| Talkin dirty, it ain' t what you really wanted, | |
| To slam another phone up against the wall. | |
| You may have won this battle baby, | |
| But it don' t mean | |
| I won' t win the war. | |
| And you, you don' t even know what it is that you' re fightin for. | |
| Well think about me when you' re out there honey, | |
| You know sometimes that | |
| I will. Sometimes | |
| I feel like a broken stone rollin down your hill. | |
| You may have won this battle baby, | |
| But it don' t mean | |
| I won' t win the war. | |
| And you, you don' t even know what it is that you' re fightin for. |