| Song | A Quitter |
| Artist | Rasputina |
| Album | Cabin Fever |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Creager | |
| I have worked out every small detail | |
| In this plan | |
| I've made. | |
| This thing which cannot fail. | |
| I dare myself to do this one thing. | |
| You can have my car | |
| Go and take everything. | |
| All that's good is gone. | |
| It’s gone | |
| I have tried too long. | |
| I don't think | |
| I’ll miss my mom & dad, | |
| The class | |
| I cut, All the friends | |
| I never had., | |
| These things | |
| I won't miss, | |
| Won't miss me. | |
| My house, | |
| My block, | |
| The baby bird | |
| I set free. | |
| The dance that | |
| I was never asked to, | |
| The teachers that thought they knew me. | |
| They'll all remember what | |
| I did. They'll ask "Whose fault was it?" "Oh she was just a kid." | |
| I'll be glad to go, you see. | |
| You don't even know me. | |
| Not at all. --- (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la!) | |
| Oh we are as one with the acorns, my son. | |
| No trunk, no branch, no tree. | |
| You scratch at my skirts and that's what we go find, | |
| I rock you into sleep. | |
| I'm queen of the hilltop, you're prince number one. | |
| I see the devil, alive in your eyes. | |
| I beg you now don't stop, my baby, my son. | |
| Don't look at nobody but me. | |
| Oh, we are as one with the acorns, my son, that's where we ought to be. (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la,) (Can you sing a song? Can you sing a song? Can you sing a song?) |
| zuo qu : Creager | |
| I have worked out every small detail | |
| In this plan | |
| I' ve made. | |
| This thing which cannot fail. | |
| I dare myself to do this one thing. | |
| You can have my car | |
| Go and take everything. | |
| All that' s good is gone. | |
| It' s gone | |
| I have tried too long. | |
| I don' t think | |
| I' ll miss my mom dad, | |
| The class | |
| I cut, All the friends | |
| I never had., | |
| These things | |
| I won' t miss, | |
| Won' t miss me. | |
| My house, | |
| My block, | |
| The baby bird | |
| I set free. | |
| The dance that | |
| I was never asked to, | |
| The teachers that thought they knew me. | |
| They' ll all remember what | |
| I did. They' ll ask " Whose fault was it?" " Oh she was just a kid." | |
| I' ll be glad to go, you see. | |
| You don' t even know me. | |
| Not at all. La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la! | |
| Oh we are as one with the acorns, my son. | |
| No trunk, no branch, no tree. | |
| You scratch at my skirts and that' s what we go find, | |
| I rock you into sleep. | |
| I' m queen of the hilltop, you' re prince number one. | |
| I see the devil, alive in your eyes. | |
| I beg you now don' t stop, my baby, my son. | |
| Don' t look at nobody but me. | |
| Oh, we are as one with the acorns, my son, that' s where we ought to be. La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, Can you sing a song? Can you sing a song? Can you sing a song? |
| zuò qǔ : Creager | |
| I have worked out every small detail | |
| In this plan | |
| I' ve made. | |
| This thing which cannot fail. | |
| I dare myself to do this one thing. | |
| You can have my car | |
| Go and take everything. | |
| All that' s good is gone. | |
| It' s gone | |
| I have tried too long. | |
| I don' t think | |
| I' ll miss my mom dad, | |
| The class | |
| I cut, All the friends | |
| I never had., | |
| These things | |
| I won' t miss, | |
| Won' t miss me. | |
| My house, | |
| My block, | |
| The baby bird | |
| I set free. | |
| The dance that | |
| I was never asked to, | |
| The teachers that thought they knew me. | |
| They' ll all remember what | |
| I did. They' ll ask " Whose fault was it?" " Oh she was just a kid." | |
| I' ll be glad to go, you see. | |
| You don' t even know me. | |
| Not at all. La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la! | |
| Oh we are as one with the acorns, my son. | |
| No trunk, no branch, no tree. | |
| You scratch at my skirts and that' s what we go find, | |
| I rock you into sleep. | |
| I' m queen of the hilltop, you' re prince number one. | |
| I see the devil, alive in your eyes. | |
| I beg you now don' t stop, my baby, my son. | |
| Don' t look at nobody but me. | |
| Oh, we are as one with the acorns, my son, that' s where we ought to be. La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, Can you sing a song? Can you sing a song? Can you sing a song? |