| Song | God Strike Me Dead |
| Artist | Jackyl |
| Album | Cut the Crap |
| 作词 : Dupree | |
| As I sit here grinning like a mule eating briar's | |
| Well it occurs to me that | |
| I lost something that was part of me | |
| And it fills this empty house with a feeling | |
| A feeling of even greater emptiness | |
| God strike me dead if | |
| I'm never gonna see | |
| My soul comes together again | |
| My lifeline's stretched and now it's thin | |
| Please God strike me dead if | |
| I'm never gonna see | |
| My soul come together again | |
| And it's getting purt' near the point | |
| Of feeling pretty numb | |
| As I start to think of all the things | |
| That I wish that | |
| I could change and then some | |
| And the numbness turns into pain | |
| Underneath there shows a stain | |
| I try my best to try and hide the things | |
| That eat me up inside | |
| God strike me dead if | |
| I'm never gonna see | |
| My soul come together again | |
| My lifeline's stretched and now it's thin | |
| Please God strike me dead if | |
| I'm never gonna see | |
| My soul come together again | |
| And I know more every day | |
| Just exactly how it came to be this way | |
| One more chance | |
| I'd feel it, one more chance | |
| I'd steal it | |
| One chance to do it again, again | |
| God strike me dead if | |
| I'm never gonna see | |
| My soul come together again | |
| My lifeline's stretched and now it's thin | |
| Please God strike me dead if | |
| I'm never gonna see | |
| My soul come together again, oh | |
| God strike me dead | |
| God strike me dead | |
| God strike me dead |
| zuò cí : Dupree | |
| As I sit here grinning like a mule eating briar' s | |
| Well it occurs to me that | |
| I lost something that was part of me | |
| And it fills this empty house with a feeling | |
| A feeling of even greater emptiness | |
| God strike me dead if | |
| I' m never gonna see | |
| My soul comes together again | |
| My lifeline' s stretched and now it' s thin | |
| Please God strike me dead if | |
| I' m never gonna see | |
| My soul come together again | |
| And it' s getting purt' near the point | |
| Of feeling pretty numb | |
| As I start to think of all the things | |
| That I wish that | |
| I could change and then some | |
| And the numbness turns into pain | |
| Underneath there shows a stain | |
| I try my best to try and hide the things | |
| That eat me up inside | |
| God strike me dead if | |
| I' m never gonna see | |
| My soul come together again | |
| My lifeline' s stretched and now it' s thin | |
| Please God strike me dead if | |
| I' m never gonna see | |
| My soul come together again | |
| And I know more every day | |
| Just exactly how it came to be this way | |
| One more chance | |
| I' d feel it, one more chance | |
| I' d steal it | |
| One chance to do it again, again | |
| God strike me dead if | |
| I' m never gonna see | |
| My soul come together again | |
| My lifeline' s stretched and now it' s thin | |
| Please God strike me dead if | |
| I' m never gonna see | |
| My soul come together again, oh | |
| God strike me dead | |
| God strike me dead | |
| God strike me dead |