| Song | Something Diabolical |
| Artist | Bloodhound Gang |
| Album | Hefty Fine |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Harry Dean Jr. & Jimmy Franks |
| [01:14.35] | Eventide rise for ritual |
| [01:16.85] | With the thrill of a kill vengefully the engine will |
| [01:19.91] | Roar forth steer the dead leave forced |
| [01:22.40] | Driven by fear shift gears veer towards |
| [01:25.15] | The foolishly equipped swift these |
| [01:27.64] | Failed bids breathed taillights from the crypt |
| [01:31.39] | Reflect upon the way beyond redemption |
| [01:33.01] | Let the necronometer beckon for the destined |
| [01:36.50] | Blessed when first lent sin then condemned to bear the burden |
| [01:39.82] | Of this curse the consequence of which can never be averted |
| [01:42.05] | Each tormented attempt that is made in vain |
| [01:44.55] | To evade this debt which is certain to be paid |
| [01:47.56] | Without question is met with a counterclocked surge |
| [01:50.56] | In reverse as if backmasked words of the black mass were |
| [01:54.18] | All heard by a clutch engaged |
| [01:55.55] | Over trails blazed to the western gates |
| [01:59.11] | Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides |
| [02:04.55] | Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides |
| [02:11.01] | Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides |
| [02:15.94] | Hell burns by angel turns her pillow to the cooler side |
| [02:20.12] | Something diabolical |
| [02:44.85] | Idle hands are bound for the |
| [02:46.91] | Damned once sam went down to georgia |
| [02:49.72] | Speed was forged of the divine salt |
| [02:52.47] | Mined from the vaults of flame by the lost |
| [02:55.40] | Named as those sought as faults rests beneath |
| [02:57.52] | The wrong that was spawned from the tired screech |
| [03:00.70] | Of essence halted engulfed in the scent of exhaustion |
| [03:04.63] | A false witness with the sensed end is brought |
| [03:07.44] | To bended knees when abandoned belief in |
| [03:09.56] | The mephistophelian plea for wicked unleashed sends |
| [03:12.12] | Heed to reap grim an infernally decreed |
| [03:15.55] | Reposession vested in the fallen creed called on to retrieve |
| [03:18.24] | Meed with the fueled intention of deprived intervention |
| [03:21.23] | The thundered calm that comes from the rattle of descension |
| [03:24.11] | Numbs the panicked from a havoc that reeks of oil |
| [03:26.98] | Barreling down this mortal coil |
| [03:29.38] | Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides |
| [03:34.94] | Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides |
| [03:40.30] | Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides |
| [03:45.98] | Hell burns by angel turns her pillow to the cooler side |
| [03:50.47] | Something diabolical |
| [04:15.64] | Tonight belongs to him |
| [04:20.83] | Tonight belongs to him |
| [04:26.64] | Tonight belongs to him |
| [04:32.14] | Tonight belongs to him |
| [04:42.12] | To him |
| [04:47.74] | To him |
| [04:53.35] | To him |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Harry Dean Jr. Jimmy Franks |
| [01:14.35] | Eventide rise for ritual |
| [01:16.85] | With the thrill of a kill vengefully the engine will |
| [01:19.91] | Roar forth steer the dead leave forced |
| [01:22.40] | Driven by fear shift gears veer towards |
| [01:25.15] | The foolishly equipped swift these |
| [01:27.64] | Failed bids breathed taillights from the crypt |
| [01:31.39] | Reflect upon the way beyond redemption |
| [01:33.01] | Let the necronometer beckon for the destined |
| [01:36.50] | Blessed when first lent sin then condemned to bear the burden |
| [01:39.82] | Of this curse the consequence of which can never be averted |
| [01:42.05] | Each tormented attempt that is made in vain |
| [01:44.55] | To evade this debt which is certain to be paid |
| [01:47.56] | Without question is met with a counterclocked surge |
| [01:50.56] | In reverse as if backmasked words of the black mass were |
| [01:54.18] | All heard by a clutch engaged |
| [01:55.55] | Over trails blazed to the western gates |
| [01:59.11] | Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides |
| [02:04.55] | Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides |
| [02:11.01] | Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides |
| [02:15.94] | Hell burns by angel turns her pillow to the cooler side |
| [02:20.12] | Something diabolical |
| [02:44.85] | Idle hands are bound for the |
| [02:46.91] | Damned once sam went down to georgia |
| [02:49.72] | Speed was forged of the divine salt |
| [02:52.47] | Mined from the vaults of flame by the lost |
| [02:55.40] | Named as those sought as faults rests beneath |
| [02:57.52] | The wrong that was spawned from the tired screech |
| [03:00.70] | Of essence halted engulfed in the scent of exhaustion |
| [03:04.63] | A false witness with the sensed end is brought |
| [03:07.44] | To bended knees when abandoned belief in |
| [03:09.56] | The mephistophelian plea for wicked unleashed sends |
| [03:12.12] | Heed to reap grim an infernally decreed |
| [03:15.55] | Reposession vested in the fallen creed called on to retrieve |
| [03:18.24] | Meed with the fueled intention of deprived intervention |
| [03:21.23] | The thundered calm that comes from the rattle of descension |
| [03:24.11] | Numbs the panicked from a havoc that reeks of oil |
| [03:26.98] | Barreling down this mortal coil |
| [03:29.38] | Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides |
| [03:34.94] | Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides |
| [03:40.30] | Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides |
| [03:45.98] | Hell burns by angel turns her pillow to the cooler side |
| [03:50.47] | Something diabolical |
| [04:15.64] | Tonight belongs to him |
| [04:20.83] | Tonight belongs to him |
| [04:26.64] | Tonight belongs to him |
| [04:32.14] | Tonight belongs to him |
| [04:42.12] | To him |
| [04:47.74] | To him |
| [04:53.35] | To him |