| Song | Gasoline Serpent |
| Artist | DeVotchKa |
| Album | Supermelodrama |
| 作曲 : Devotchka | |
| In the gutter gasoline | |
| Suffocates our self esteem | |
| Desensitize, desensitize me | |
| Hopeless hearts anesthetize me | |
| Your voice will light our streets when you are gone | |
| This town is a garbage pile | |
| If it takes us down, we'll go out in style | |
| She swears she's seen God and we're all forsaken | |
| Hide the guitars, man, there's windows breakin' | |
| There is blood spilled on our streets when you are gone | |
| The blood will cleanse our streets when you are gone | |
| And I'm left screaming on this thoroughfare | |
| Lies a perfect angel with scattered hair | |
| You tell me it's been lurking this whole time down there | |
| Just to carry you away from here | |
| In the gutter gasoline | |
| It shimmers like a serpent queen | |
| Junk yard dogs bring angel choirs | |
| My fortune caught with pipes and wires | |
| I worship at their feet when you are gone | |
| I worship at their feet when you are gone | |
| We said, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh | |
| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh | |
| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh |
| zuò qǔ : Devotchka | |
| In the gutter gasoline | |
| Suffocates our self esteem | |
| Desensitize, desensitize me | |
| Hopeless hearts anesthetize me | |
| Your voice will light our streets when you are gone | |
| This town is a garbage pile | |
| If it takes us down, we' ll go out in style | |
| She swears she' s seen God and we' re all forsaken | |
| Hide the guitars, man, there' s windows breakin' | |
| There is blood spilled on our streets when you are gone | |
| The blood will cleanse our streets when you are gone | |
| And I' m left screaming on this thoroughfare | |
| Lies a perfect angel with scattered hair | |
| You tell me it' s been lurking this whole time down there | |
| Just to carry you away from here | |
| In the gutter gasoline | |
| It shimmers like a serpent queen | |
| Junk yard dogs bring angel choirs | |
| My fortune caught with pipes and wires | |
| I worship at their feet when you are gone | |
| I worship at their feet when you are gone | |
| We said, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh | |
| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh | |
| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh |