| Song | Efilnikufesin (N.F.L.) |
| Artist | Anthrax |
| Album | Anthrology: No Hit Wonders (1985-1991) |
| 作词 : Anthrax | |
| It started back in high school | |
| So cool, king of the scene | |
| You found that making people laugh | |
| Was more than just a dream | |
| The public took right to you | |
| Like flies to a pile of shit | |
| So funny and smart, so talented | |
| But success just couldn't fit | |
| Wasting your life no future bright | |
| Dancing on your grave | |
| Living like a slave, someone should've said... | |
| NFL, Efilnikufesin NFL | |
| NFL, Efilnikufesin NFL | |
| Wake up dead in a plywood bed | |
| Six feet from the rest of your life | |
| And when you couldn't see your own dependency | |
| NFL, NICE FUCKIN' LIFE | |
| The whole world is your playground | |
| Yet you can't find your niche | |
| Your only friends, it helps you through | |
| Helps you dig your daily ditch | |
| The bottom line can't touch you | |
| Cause you're above the rest | |
| But your little friend's the enemy | |
| And the bottom line is death | |
| You lived a life of excess | |
| GODDAMN shame it's such a waste | |
| Just one too many cookies | |
| From the batch no one should taste | |
| Yet his memory stills stays with us | |
| Cause watching him was fun | |
| Too bad things weren't different | |
| Who knows what he'd have done |
| zuò cí : Anthrax | |
| It started back in high school | |
| So cool, king of the scene | |
| You found that making people laugh | |
| Was more than just a dream | |
| The public took right to you | |
| Like flies to a pile of shit | |
| So funny and smart, so talented | |
| But success just couldn' t fit | |
| Wasting your life no future bright | |
| Dancing on your grave | |
| Living like a slave, someone should' ve said... | |
| NFL, Efilnikufesin NFL | |
| NFL, Efilnikufesin NFL | |
| Wake up dead in a plywood bed | |
| Six feet from the rest of your life | |
| And when you couldn' t see your own dependency | |
| NFL, NICE FUCKIN' LIFE | |
| The whole world is your playground | |
| Yet you can' t find your niche | |
| Your only friends, it helps you through | |
| Helps you dig your daily ditch | |
| The bottom line can' t touch you | |
| Cause you' re above the rest | |
| But your little friend' s the enemy | |
| And the bottom line is death | |
| You lived a life of excess | |
| GODDAMN shame it' s such a waste | |
| Just one too many cookies | |
| From the batch no one should taste | |
| Yet his memory stills stays with us | |
| Cause watching him was fun | |
| Too bad things weren' t different | |
| Who knows what he' d have done |