| Song | Fridgafloor |
| Artist | Kilgore Smudge |
| Album | Blue Collar Solitude |
| 作曲 : Berndt, McKenzie, Pelletier | |
| Wrap my head in cellophane | |
| And place it in my | |
| Kenmore Maybe when we're not so full | |
| We can eat it all by four | |
| Thoughts drip out from the ears | |
| And fall into my open beer | |
| Penetrate the hardwood floors | |
| And fester there forevermore | |
| Evermore Don't close that door | |
| I'm in your floor | |
| Evermore Everything here that you see | |
| Is right here in front of me | |
| Wipe your feet before my head | |
| And think no thoughts before | |
| I'm dead My plastic body's wrapped in chains | |
| Confuse the thoughts inside my brain | |
| Even though | |
| I was told | |
| When I was born they broke the mold | |
| Broke the mold | |
| Can't get a hold | |
| Of what I control | |
| Broke the mold | |
| When will the play of words begin | |
| The angry crowd protests with murder | |
| Naked meat enters stage left | |
| She begins a speech and the men get a hard-on | |
| Tears come to eyes | |
| But men with muscles cannot cry | |
| Words slur to sighs | |
| Placed in the fridge before she dies | |
| Tears come to eyes | |
| But men with muscles cannot cry | |
| Words slur to sighs | |
| Placed in the fridge before she dies | |
| If it's not me that you see | |
| I doubt very much that'll ever be | |
| A man who thinks much more | |
| Don't be afraid. | |
| I'm in your floor | |
| In your floor | |
| Don't close that door | |
| I'm in your floor | |
| Evermore |
| zuò qǔ : Berndt, McKenzie, Pelletier | |
| Wrap my head in cellophane | |
| And place it in my | |
| Kenmore Maybe when we' re not so full | |
| We can eat it all by four | |
| Thoughts drip out from the ears | |
| And fall into my open beer | |
| Penetrate the hardwood floors | |
| And fester there forevermore | |
| Evermore Don' t close that door | |
| I' m in your floor | |
| Evermore Everything here that you see | |
| Is right here in front of me | |
| Wipe your feet before my head | |
| And think no thoughts before | |
| I' m dead My plastic body' s wrapped in chains | |
| Confuse the thoughts inside my brain | |
| Even though | |
| I was told | |
| When I was born they broke the mold | |
| Broke the mold | |
| Can' t get a hold | |
| Of what I control | |
| Broke the mold | |
| When will the play of words begin | |
| The angry crowd protests with murder | |
| Naked meat enters stage left | |
| She begins a speech and the men get a hardon | |
| Tears come to eyes | |
| But men with muscles cannot cry | |
| Words slur to sighs | |
| Placed in the fridge before she dies | |
| Tears come to eyes | |
| But men with muscles cannot cry | |
| Words slur to sighs | |
| Placed in the fridge before she dies | |
| If it' s not me that you see | |
| I doubt very much that' ll ever be | |
| A man who thinks much more | |
| Don' t be afraid. | |
| I' m in your floor | |
| In your floor | |
| Don' t close that door | |
| I' m in your floor | |
| Evermore |