| Song | Natural Resources |
| Artist | Dntel |
| Album | Dumb Luck |
| 作词 : Broder, Tamborello | |
| The other night, a firefight | |
| Bursts of sewing machine gun fire | |
| From your postition | |
| Barricaded behind the piano | |
| I return with small arms | |
| Stuttered shots from typewriter keys | |
| And yet in the silence | |
| Between the volley | |
| The hearts of weary camps | |
| Sing to each other: | |
| "However faintly | |
| As we each seek to claim | |
| Disputed territory" | |
| The us beneath the other (x4) | |
| The us beneath the other | |
| Which is rich | |
| In natural resources (x4) |
| zuò cí : Broder, Tamborello | |
| The other night, a firefight | |
| Bursts of sewing machine gun fire | |
| From your postition | |
| Barricaded behind the piano | |
| I return with small arms | |
| Stuttered shots from typewriter keys | |
| And yet in the silence | |
| Between the volley | |
| The hearts of weary camps | |
| Sing to each other: | |
| " However faintly | |
| As we each seek to claim | |
| Disputed territory" | |
| The us beneath the other x4 | |
| The us beneath the other | |
| Which is rich | |
| In natural resources x4 |