| Song | Back To Hell |
| Artist | Alkaline Trio |
| Album | Crimson |
| 作词 : Alkaline Trio | |
| Like the pills in your hand, | |
| I'll never let you down | |
| And like the bugs in your bed, under my skin now | |
| Devouring, all that's left of me | |
| Devouring, all that's left of me | |
| In the palm of your hand, a resting place | |
| All the guilt in the land resting on me | |
| And we're crushing beneath it, falling beside ourselves | |
| And we're wishing to break this never ending spell | |
| Send us back to hell, we've had our fill of heaven | |
| Give us back our sins, deadly one through seven | |
| Keep us from their hearts, saving us like ashes | |
| Grind us down to dust, we'll never trust in anything we're told | |
| Like the pills in your hand, | |
| I'll never let you down | |
| And like the bugs in your bed, under my skin now | |
| They're devouring all that's left of me | |
| Yeah they're devouring all that's left of me | |
| Send us back to hell, we've had our fill of heaven | |
| Give us back our sins, deadly one through seven | |
| Keep us from their hearts, saving us like ashes | |
| Grind us down to dust, we'll never trust in anything we're told | |
| Send us back to hell, we've had our fill of heaven | |
| Give us back our sins, deadly one through seven | |
| Keep us from their hearts, saving us like ashes | |
| Grind us down to dust, we'll never trust in anything we're told |
| zuò cí : Alkaline Trio | |
| Like the pills in your hand, | |
| I' ll never let you down | |
| And like the bugs in your bed, under my skin now | |
| Devouring, all that' s left of me | |
| Devouring, all that' s left of me | |
| In the palm of your hand, a resting place | |
| All the guilt in the land resting on me | |
| And we' re crushing beneath it, falling beside ourselves | |
| And we' re wishing to break this never ending spell | |
| Send us back to hell, we' ve had our fill of heaven | |
| Give us back our sins, deadly one through seven | |
| Keep us from their hearts, saving us like ashes | |
| Grind us down to dust, we' ll never trust in anything we' re told | |
| Like the pills in your hand, | |
| I' ll never let you down | |
| And like the bugs in your bed, under my skin now | |
| They' re devouring all that' s left of me | |
| Yeah they' re devouring all that' s left of me | |
| Send us back to hell, we' ve had our fill of heaven | |
| Give us back our sins, deadly one through seven | |
| Keep us from their hearts, saving us like ashes | |
| Grind us down to dust, we' ll never trust in anything we' re told | |
| Send us back to hell, we' ve had our fill of heaven | |
| Give us back our sins, deadly one through seven | |
| Keep us from their hearts, saving us like ashes | |
| Grind us down to dust, we' ll never trust in anything we' re told |