| Song | Song About Old Roller Coaster |
| Artist | Bear vs. Shark |
| Album | Terrorhawk |
| 作曲 : BearVsShark, Moss | |
| It'll burn a hole right through this town and all the animals will feel it in their cages. | |
| It'll mix with minerals, minerals and backbones to go home and reflect how they tore this building down, you ask for more! | |
| It'll last past a century of soil. | |
| Icarus will see it on his way up past the arrow. | |
| Then I said that | |
| I understand now, it is a color, these are the people that | |
| I group together, you pre-curse the letters and the postcards that you sent, my eyes are open. | |
| Sliding your tongue across the paper produces effects that resemble weather that produces weapons and the postcards that you sent, my eyes are open. | |
| And I understand now, it is a color, these are the people that | |
| I group together, you pre-curse your letters and the postcards that you sent, my eyes are open. | |
| Dig a trench with those megaphones, megaphones and pirates! | |
| Everything will change when you pull this boat ashore, | |
| Nothing more from you! | |
| Some are snakes; some are poisonous. | |
| Well, you've given up life! | |
| Well, I give up mine! | |
| From wheels to motors... | |
| From wheels to motors... | |
| From wheels to motors... | |
| From wheels to motors... |
| zuò qǔ : BearVsShark, Moss | |
| It' ll burn a hole right through this town and all the animals will feel it in their cages. | |
| It' ll mix with minerals, minerals and backbones to go home and reflect how they tore this building down, you ask for more! | |
| It' ll last past a century of soil. | |
| Icarus will see it on his way up past the arrow. | |
| Then I said that | |
| I understand now, it is a color, these are the people that | |
| I group together, you precurse the letters and the postcards that you sent, my eyes are open. | |
| Sliding your tongue across the paper produces effects that resemble weather that produces weapons and the postcards that you sent, my eyes are open. | |
| And I understand now, it is a color, these are the people that | |
| I group together, you precurse your letters and the postcards that you sent, my eyes are open. | |
| Dig a trench with those megaphones, megaphones and pirates! | |
| Everything will change when you pull this boat ashore, | |
| Nothing more from you! | |
| Some are snakes some are poisonous. | |
| Well, you' ve given up life! | |
| Well, I give up mine! | |
| From wheels to motors... | |
| From wheels to motors... | |
| From wheels to motors... | |
| From wheels to motors... |