| Song | Krait |
| Artist | Kristin Hersh |
| Album | Crooked |
| 作曲 : Hersh | |
| in a suburban desert | |
| a fast food high | |
| we swipe at peeling paint | |
| swat away flies | |
| the crawling milk-fed | |
| squawking cream-filled | |
| hominids | |
| ids | |
| immune to broken | |
| to wasted time | |
| to bolts of lightning | |
| bungee together | |
| your body's guards | |
| the bloodiest bond | |
| blacking out the dark | |
| the darkest flame | |
| the darkest waltz | |
| a sunburnt snarl | |
| thrashing and parched | |
| a singular desire | |
| to drive into the dirt | |
| no lust, no gluttony | |
| we're free as algae | |
| in a suburban desert | |
| a fast food high | |
| we swipe at peeling paint | |
| swat away flies | |
| the crawling milk-fed | |
| squawking cream-filled | |
| hominids | |
| ids | |
| immune to broken | |
| to naked shame | |
| to bolts of lightning | |
| to broken flame | |
| to broken waltz | |
| to sunburnt snarls | |
| thrashing and parched | |
| a singular desire | |
| to drive into the dirt | |
| no lust, no gluttony | |
| we're free as algae | |
| those with an all-consuming passion in lockstep |
| zuò qǔ : Hersh | |
| in a suburban desert | |
| a fast food high | |
| we swipe at peeling paint | |
| swat away flies | |
| the crawling milkfed | |
| squawking creamfilled | |
| hominids | |
| ids | |
| immune to broken | |
| to wasted time | |
| to bolts of lightning | |
| bungee together | |
| your body' s guards | |
| the bloodiest bond | |
| blacking out the dark | |
| the darkest flame | |
| the darkest waltz | |
| a sunburnt snarl | |
| thrashing and parched | |
| a singular desire | |
| to drive into the dirt | |
| no lust, no gluttony | |
| we' re free as algae | |
| in a suburban desert | |
| a fast food high | |
| we swipe at peeling paint | |
| swat away flies | |
| the crawling milkfed | |
| squawking creamfilled | |
| hominids | |
| ids | |
| immune to broken | |
| to naked shame | |
| to bolts of lightning | |
| to broken flame | |
| to broken waltz | |
| to sunburnt snarls | |
| thrashing and parched | |
| a singular desire | |
| to drive into the dirt | |
| no lust, no gluttony | |
| we' re free as algae | |
| those with an allconsuming passion in lockstep |