| Song | All On Black |
| Artist | Alkaline Trio |
| Album | Good Mourning |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Alkaline Trio | |
| The color you're all dressed in | |
| And a stab in the back | |
| Left you bleeding on the floor | |
| And their mourning the death | |
| The recent passing of your insides | |
| I smile and regret | |
| Everytime I think of how I spoke to you | |
| I put it all in back | |
| Of my mind where I hold you | |
| I'm just trying to keep track | |
| How far back it really goes | |
| And I'm living in lack | |
| Of the blood sent from the heavens | |
| I'm just tryin to relax | |
| As a killer's waiting right outside my door | |
| What's black and white was red all over | |
| This tired, busted, organ donor | |
| Sweet blasphemy, my giving tree | |
| It hasn't rained in years | |
| I bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears | |
| Leave it to me, I'll remain free | |
| From all the comforts home | |
| And where that is, I'm pleased as pissed to say | |
| I'll never really know | |
| I put 'em all in black | |
| The four walls of my bedroom | |
| And I trimmed and then bled | |
| Peeled your picture off the wall | |
| And I'm living in lack | |
| Of the blood sent from your heartbeat | |
| That arrived in your neck | |
| Everytime I salivated over you | |
| What's upside down was coated in silver | |
| This crucifix is my four leaf clover | |
| Sweet blasphemy, my giving tree | |
| It hasn't rained in years | |
| I bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears | |
| Leave it to me, I'll remain free | |
| From all the comforts home | |
| And where that is, I'm pleased as pissed to say | |
| I'll never really know | |
| One of these days | |
| It's gonna catch up to you | |
| Throwin looks like those around | |
| And one of these nights | |
| I promise to you | |
| I'll soon be sleeping sound | |
| As soon as I leave town |
| zuo ci : Alkaline Trio | |
| The color you' re all dressed in | |
| And a stab in the back | |
| Left you bleeding on the floor | |
| And their mourning the death | |
| The recent passing of your insides | |
| I smile and regret | |
| Everytime I think of how I spoke to you | |
| I put it all in back | |
| Of my mind where I hold you | |
| I' m just trying to keep track | |
| How far back it really goes | |
| And I' m living in lack | |
| Of the blood sent from the heavens | |
| I' m just tryin to relax | |
| As a killer' s waiting right outside my door | |
| What' s black and white was red all over | |
| This tired, busted, organ donor | |
| Sweet blasphemy, my giving tree | |
| It hasn' t rained in years | |
| I bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears | |
| Leave it to me, I' ll remain free | |
| From all the comforts home | |
| And where that is, I' m pleased as pissed to say | |
| I' ll never really know | |
| I put ' em all in black | |
| The four walls of my bedroom | |
| And I trimmed and then bled | |
| Peeled your picture off the wall | |
| And I' m living in lack | |
| Of the blood sent from your heartbeat | |
| That arrived in your neck | |
| Everytime I salivated over you | |
| What' s upside down was coated in silver | |
| This crucifix is my four leaf clover | |
| Sweet blasphemy, my giving tree | |
| It hasn' t rained in years | |
| I bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears | |
| Leave it to me, I' ll remain free | |
| From all the comforts home | |
| And where that is, I' m pleased as pissed to say | |
| I' ll never really know | |
| One of these days | |
| It' s gonna catch up to you | |
| Throwin looks like those around | |
| And one of these nights | |
| I promise to you | |
| I' ll soon be sleeping sound | |
| As soon as I leave town |
| zuò cí : Alkaline Trio | |
| The color you' re all dressed in | |
| And a stab in the back | |
| Left you bleeding on the floor | |
| And their mourning the death | |
| The recent passing of your insides | |
| I smile and regret | |
| Everytime I think of how I spoke to you | |
| I put it all in back | |
| Of my mind where I hold you | |
| I' m just trying to keep track | |
| How far back it really goes | |
| And I' m living in lack | |
| Of the blood sent from the heavens | |
| I' m just tryin to relax | |
| As a killer' s waiting right outside my door | |
| What' s black and white was red all over | |
| This tired, busted, organ donor | |
| Sweet blasphemy, my giving tree | |
| It hasn' t rained in years | |
| I bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears | |
| Leave it to me, I' ll remain free | |
| From all the comforts home | |
| And where that is, I' m pleased as pissed to say | |
| I' ll never really know | |
| I put ' em all in black | |
| The four walls of my bedroom | |
| And I trimmed and then bled | |
| Peeled your picture off the wall | |
| And I' m living in lack | |
| Of the blood sent from your heartbeat | |
| That arrived in your neck | |
| Everytime I salivated over you | |
| What' s upside down was coated in silver | |
| This crucifix is my four leaf clover | |
| Sweet blasphemy, my giving tree | |
| It hasn' t rained in years | |
| I bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears | |
| Leave it to me, I' ll remain free | |
| From all the comforts home | |
| And where that is, I' m pleased as pissed to say | |
| I' ll never really know | |
| One of these days | |
| It' s gonna catch up to you | |
| Throwin looks like those around | |
| And one of these nights | |
| I promise to you | |
| I' ll soon be sleeping sound | |
| As soon as I leave town |