| Song | Travis Bickle |
| Artist | Rancid |
| Album | Indestructible |
| 作词 : Armstrong, Frederiksen | |
| Well all the junkies they know my name | |
| And every city looks the fucking same | |
| And the derelicts the street are all insane | |
| And the scum surges up and there's no one to fucking blame | |
| Game over it's no fun | |
| Got me on the run | |
| I'm gonna go get my gun | |
| Blam, blam, blam you're done | |
| Game over it's no fun | |
| Got me on the run | |
| I'm gonna go get my gun | |
| Blam, blam, blam, you're done | |
| All the prostitutes who run around midnight | |
| And the junkies and hypes are all trying to get tight | |
| They're all trying to find some hope for sale | |
| But there's no fucking way outta this hell | |
| Game over it's no fun | |
| Got me on the run | |
| I'm gonna go get my gun | |
| Blam, blam, blam, you're done | |
| Game over it's no fun | |
| Got me on the run | |
| I'm gonna go get my gun | |
| Blam, blam, blam, you're done | |
| Allegiance to scum promising nothing to a world that's lost strife and conflict, encounters with the devil, | |
| Incarnate destruction and annihilation in the city, | |
| Acquaducts of blood, | |
| Alleyways extort and uproot the forgotten dead, | |
| Polluted and incapacitated crippled masses, | |
| Polluted and incapacitated crippled masses | |
| Game over it's no fun | |
| Got me on the run | |
| I'm gonna go get my gun | |
| Blam, blam, blam, you're done | |
| Game over it's no fun | |
| Got me on the run | |
| I'm gonna go get my gun | |
| Blam, blam, blam, you're done | |
| Yeah! You're fucking done! |
| zuò cí : Armstrong, Frederiksen | |
| Well all the junkies they know my name | |
| And every city looks the fucking same | |
| And the derelicts the street are all insane | |
| And the scum surges up and there' s no one to fucking blame | |
| Game over it' s no fun | |
| Got me on the run | |
| I' m gonna go get my gun | |
| Blam, blam, blam you' re done | |
| Game over it' s no fun | |
| Got me on the run | |
| I' m gonna go get my gun | |
| Blam, blam, blam, you' re done | |
| All the prostitutes who run around midnight | |
| And the junkies and hypes are all trying to get tight | |
| They' re all trying to find some hope for sale | |
| But there' s no fucking way outta this hell | |
| Game over it' s no fun | |
| Got me on the run | |
| I' m gonna go get my gun | |
| Blam, blam, blam, you' re done | |
| Game over it' s no fun | |
| Got me on the run | |
| I' m gonna go get my gun | |
| Blam, blam, blam, you' re done | |
| Allegiance to scum promising nothing to a world that' s lost strife and conflict, encounters with the devil, | |
| Incarnate destruction and annihilation in the city, | |
| Acquaducts of blood, | |
| Alleyways extort and uproot the forgotten dead, | |
| Polluted and incapacitated crippled masses, | |
| Polluted and incapacitated crippled masses | |
| Game over it' s no fun | |
| Got me on the run | |
| I' m gonna go get my gun | |
| Blam, blam, blam, you' re done | |
| Game over it' s no fun | |
| Got me on the run | |
| I' m gonna go get my gun | |
| Blam, blam, blam, you' re done | |
| Yeah! You' re fucking done! |