| Song | Still Burning |
| Artist | Lydia Lunch |
| Album | Drowning in Limbo |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Howard | |
| Take the wheel, of the world, | |
| And drive, drive, drive, drive, drive. | |
| Quick as a gun. | |
| Blind like a ghost. | |
| I catch most things in my blood | |
| You all lose between rooms... | |
| One last gasp before I go... | |
| Your crystal skin laced with rust | |
| Laced with rust, laced with rust... | |
| Take the wheel of the world and drive | |
| One blood lust glance of the milky way. | |
| Two shots, one in a million, | |
| Short-circuits a billion light years away... | |
| Down here it rains blood and milk for months, | |
| The zulus are getting too strong to play with no more, | |
| No more, no more... | |
| Take the wheel of the world and drive... | |
| A pocket too fulluva stars | |
| Too hot to handle alone... | |
| Burning a hole, smouldering footsteps that lead to a heart | |
| Mine, yours, who cares, it still burns, | |
| Still borne, | |
| I'm still burning | |
| Burning down... | |
| Take the wheel of the world and drive... |
| zuo ci : Howard | |
| Take the wheel, of the world, | |
| And drive, drive, drive, drive, drive. | |
| Quick as a gun. | |
| Blind like a ghost. | |
| I catch most things in my blood | |
| You all lose between rooms... | |
| One last gasp before I go... | |
| Your crystal skin laced with rust | |
| Laced with rust, laced with rust... | |
| Take the wheel of the world and drive | |
| One blood lust glance of the milky way. | |
| Two shots, one in a million, | |
| Shortcircuits a billion light years away... | |
| Down here it rains blood and milk for months, | |
| The zulus are getting too strong to play with no more, | |
| No more, no more... | |
| Take the wheel of the world and drive... | |
| A pocket too fulluva stars | |
| Too hot to handle alone... | |
| Burning a hole, smouldering footsteps that lead to a heart | |
| Mine, yours, who cares, it still burns, | |
| Still borne, | |
| I' m still burning | |
| Burning down... | |
| Take the wheel of the world and drive... |
| zuò cí : Howard | |
| Take the wheel, of the world, | |
| And drive, drive, drive, drive, drive. | |
| Quick as a gun. | |
| Blind like a ghost. | |
| I catch most things in my blood | |
| You all lose between rooms... | |
| One last gasp before I go... | |
| Your crystal skin laced with rust | |
| Laced with rust, laced with rust... | |
| Take the wheel of the world and drive | |
| One blood lust glance of the milky way. | |
| Two shots, one in a million, | |
| Shortcircuits a billion light years away... | |
| Down here it rains blood and milk for months, | |
| The zulus are getting too strong to play with no more, | |
| No more, no more... | |
| Take the wheel of the world and drive... | |
| A pocket too fulluva stars | |
| Too hot to handle alone... | |
| Burning a hole, smouldering footsteps that lead to a heart | |
| Mine, yours, who cares, it still burns, | |
| Still borne, | |
| I' m still burning | |
| Burning down... | |
| Take the wheel of the world and drive... |