| Song | Breakdown and Cry (Lay Down and Die - Goodbye) |
| Artist | Alien Sex Fiend |
| Album | Acid Bath |
| 作词 : Fiend, Freshwater, James ... | |
| No problem. No problem | |
| No problem. No problem | |
| No problem. No problem | |
| No problem | |
| Right. Right. Right | |
| My cigarette burns yellow then it burns blue | |
| I'm heading due south, was it blanks we fired at you? | |
| Downtown Saturday, uptown Monday morning | |
| The telephone rings, it leaves me yawning. | |
| This ain't no show, this is for real | |
| The candles all burn for you, love, just for you | |
| While the ceiling goes round and round | |
| And round and round and round | |
| And round for me. | |
| Lights out. Shall we go to sleep? | |
| Is it just a show? Is it just a dream? | |
| Digging tunnels under your back door | |
| Should I ride the carpet? | |
| Should I lock the door? | |
| The fool on the hill knows all's not well | |
| Keep a candle burning for me | |
| You're at peace, the rope is tight | |
| I watch you change colour in broad daylight. | |
| Breakdown is on it's way | |
| Breakdown in the month of May | |
| Breakdown and cry, lay down and die | |
| Goodbye, goodbye. | |
| Breakdown is on it's way | |
| Breakdown in a month or a day | |
| Breakdown and cry, lay down and die | |
| Goodbye, goodbye. | |
| Right! Right! Right! | |
| I'm a dinosaur of the working class | |
| Antiseptic mouthwash | |
| And a suppository up my arse | |
| When we do right no-one remembers | |
| We do wrong no-one forgets | |
| Deliver me from evil | |
| Deliver me a paper | |
| And this fool on the hill knows all's not well | |
| No, not well | |
| Keep a candle burning bright - right! | |
| Breakdown is on it's way | |
| Breakdown in the month of May | |
| Breakdown and cry, lay down and die | |
| Goodbye, goodbye. | |
| Breakdown is on it's way | |
| Breakdown in a month or a day | |
| Breakdown and cry, lay down and die | |
| Goodbye, goodbye |
| zuò cí : Fiend, Freshwater, James ... | |
| No problem. No problem | |
| No problem. No problem | |
| No problem. No problem | |
| No problem | |
| Right. Right. Right | |
| My cigarette burns yellow then it burns blue | |
| I' m heading due south, was it blanks we fired at you? | |
| Downtown Saturday, uptown Monday morning | |
| The telephone rings, it leaves me yawning. | |
| This ain' t no show, this is for real | |
| The candles all burn for you, love, just for you | |
| While the ceiling goes round and round | |
| And round and round and round | |
| And round for me. | |
| Lights out. Shall we go to sleep? | |
| Is it just a show? Is it just a dream? | |
| Digging tunnels under your back door | |
| Should I ride the carpet? | |
| Should I lock the door? | |
| The fool on the hill knows all' s not well | |
| Keep a candle burning for me | |
| You' re at peace, the rope is tight | |
| I watch you change colour in broad daylight. | |
| Breakdown is on it' s way | |
| Breakdown in the month of May | |
| Breakdown and cry, lay down and die | |
| Goodbye, goodbye. | |
| Breakdown is on it' s way | |
| Breakdown in a month or a day | |
| Breakdown and cry, lay down and die | |
| Goodbye, goodbye. | |
| Right! Right! Right! | |
| I' m a dinosaur of the working class | |
| Antiseptic mouthwash | |
| And a suppository up my arse | |
| When we do right noone remembers | |
| We do wrong noone forgets | |
| Deliver me from evil | |
| Deliver me a paper | |
| And this fool on the hill knows all' s not well | |
| No, not well | |
| Keep a candle burning bright right! | |
| Breakdown is on it' s way | |
| Breakdown in the month of May | |
| Breakdown and cry, lay down and die | |
| Goodbye, goodbye. | |
| Breakdown is on it' s way | |
| Breakdown in a month or a day | |
| Breakdown and cry, lay down and die | |
| Goodbye, goodbye |