| Song | Don't Drink Poison |
| Artist | Le Tigre |
| Album | This Island |
| 作词 : Fateman, Hanna, Samson | |
| We learned this lesson five times fine: fake left, go right, back-stabs read minds! | |
| Taillights shine beautiful, they make halos on the road. | |
| Don't give our keys to the city to shark-suits, b-sides, free-things-please! | |
| I left the code at the coat-check pointed to the word on my neck. | |
| That's me, all night on stand-by. | |
| Three words, three things...oh please please! | |
| Don't, don't drink poison! | |
| Wolf Girl, poolside, | |
| I'm in the lobby. | |
| Gay concierge-spy high fives me. | |
| It's all cool enemy style, smile at the tv while you download her file. | |
| Watch for the quick slip, money shot, vid clip. | |
| Walk past slowly, pass me the nurse kit. | |
| Don't be fooled by the sister vocab...keep it light, put it on her tab. | |
| Heads up for this tonight...it's some you'll recognize. | |
| Looks like lips and feels like teeth, always waving to the people from the magazine. | |
| There's one thing they love to see...it's tear jearks for charity and blank smirks all the wayto the airport. | |
| There's one drink, on ice, oh | |
| I think it's ... | |
| They say trouble comes in threes, | |
| I say Chicken | |
| Ceasar grows on trees. | |
| It could be lucky to be out of luck. | |
| I mean, better than to take the test where amnesiacs must write on napkins. | |
| Prepare for what might happen. | |
| In a trance from polished talk we think...coat throat, lemon lime, hot choc, oh! ... | |
| Fem Exec is right behind me. | |
| Almost there, through the glass doors, against the wall, on the third floor. | |
| We found a robot hand hidden in a potted plant. | |
| And we're not too nice to notice when white wine stinks and we're misquoted. |
| zuò cí : Fateman, Hanna, Samson | |
| We learned this lesson five times fine: fake left, go right, backstabs read minds! | |
| Taillights shine beautiful, they make halos on the road. | |
| Don' t give our keys to the city to sharksuits, bsides, freethingsplease! | |
| I left the code at the coatcheck pointed to the word on my neck. | |
| That' s me, all night on standby. | |
| Three words, three things... oh please please! | |
| Don' t, don' t drink poison! | |
| Wolf Girl, poolside, | |
| I' m in the lobby. | |
| Gay conciergespy high fives me. | |
| It' s all cool enemy style, smile at the tv while you download her file. | |
| Watch for the quick slip, money shot, vid clip. | |
| Walk past slowly, pass me the nurse kit. | |
| Don' t be fooled by the sister vocab... keep it light, put it on her tab. | |
| Heads up for this tonight... it' s some you' ll recognize. | |
| Looks like lips and feels like teeth, always waving to the people from the magazine. | |
| There' s one thing they love to see... it' s tear jearks for charity and blank smirks all the wayto the airport. | |
| There' s one drink, on ice, oh | |
| I think it' s ... | |
| They say trouble comes in threes, | |
| I say Chicken | |
| Ceasar grows on trees. | |
| It could be lucky to be out of luck. | |
| I mean, better than to take the test where amnesiacs must write on napkins. | |
| Prepare for what might happen. | |
| In a trance from polished talk we think... coat throat, lemon lime, hot choc, oh! ... | |
| Fem Exec is right behind me. | |
| Almost there, through the glass doors, against the wall, on the third floor. | |
| We found a robot hand hidden in a potted plant. | |
| And we' re not too nice to notice when white wine stinks and we' re misquoted. |