| Song | Pretty Hair |
| Artist | Human Highway |
| Album | Moody Motorcycle |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Guthrie, Thorburn | |
| Your mother helped you move | |
| Made your transition smooth | |
| The community was there | |
| The youthful faces, pretty hair | |
| You were surrounded by your peers | |
| Then one day you saw it | |
| You went home and tried to draw it | |
| But you couldn't get it quite right | |
| Its luminescence was so strangely bright | |
| Living in a fantasy of toxicity, toxically | |
| You're rubbing up against the veneer of disease | |
| You didn't know, you didn't ask, you know that it's easy | |
| But you don't care, you like it that way, being taken by surprise | |
| And narrowly, narrowly, narrowly avoiding your demise | |
| A year later, early one morning | |
| You woke up coughing, you poor thing | |
| Turned on the radio but it wasn't active | |
| There was a blackout, it was radioactive | |
| So your mother came to get you | |
| Because that's what mothers do | |
| Left your neighborhood in pieces | |
| Reduced to rubble and debris | |
| Driving back to the suburbs in her SUV feels so guilty | |
| Watched it on TV | |
| In your father's den of iniquity | |
| And you changed the channel when | |
| You saw your old friend | |
| He was burning, pretty hair was melting off his skin |
| zuo qu : Guthrie, Thorburn | |
| Your mother helped you move | |
| Made your transition smooth | |
| The community was there | |
| The youthful faces, pretty hair | |
| You were surrounded by your peers | |
| Then one day you saw it | |
| You went home and tried to draw it | |
| But you couldn' t get it quite right | |
| Its luminescence was so strangely bright | |
| Living in a fantasy of toxicity, toxically | |
| You' re rubbing up against the veneer of disease | |
| You didn' t know, you didn' t ask, you know that it' s easy | |
| But you don' t care, you like it that way, being taken by surprise | |
| And narrowly, narrowly, narrowly avoiding your demise | |
| A year later, early one morning | |
| You woke up coughing, you poor thing | |
| Turned on the radio but it wasn' t active | |
| There was a blackout, it was radioactive | |
| So your mother came to get you | |
| Because that' s what mothers do | |
| Left your neighborhood in pieces | |
| Reduced to rubble and debris | |
| Driving back to the suburbs in her SUV feels so guilty | |
| Watched it on TV | |
| In your father' s den of iniquity | |
| And you changed the channel when | |
| You saw your old friend | |
| He was burning, pretty hair was melting off his skin |
| zuò qǔ : Guthrie, Thorburn | |
| Your mother helped you move | |
| Made your transition smooth | |
| The community was there | |
| The youthful faces, pretty hair | |
| You were surrounded by your peers | |
| Then one day you saw it | |
| You went home and tried to draw it | |
| But you couldn' t get it quite right | |
| Its luminescence was so strangely bright | |
| Living in a fantasy of toxicity, toxically | |
| You' re rubbing up against the veneer of disease | |
| You didn' t know, you didn' t ask, you know that it' s easy | |
| But you don' t care, you like it that way, being taken by surprise | |
| And narrowly, narrowly, narrowly avoiding your demise | |
| A year later, early one morning | |
| You woke up coughing, you poor thing | |
| Turned on the radio but it wasn' t active | |
| There was a blackout, it was radioactive | |
| So your mother came to get you | |
| Because that' s what mothers do | |
| Left your neighborhood in pieces | |
| Reduced to rubble and debris | |
| Driving back to the suburbs in her SUV feels so guilty | |
| Watched it on TV | |
| In your father' s den of iniquity | |
| And you changed the channel when | |
| You saw your old friend | |
| He was burning, pretty hair was melting off his skin |