| Song | Cool This Madness Down |
| Artist | Common Rider |
| 作曲 : Michaels | |
| Man without a rudder is ruled by the sea | |
| Lost all anchors somewhere in the deep | |
| Lover of machines-adrift in schemes | |
| Cast his lot among rootless thieves | |
| Nightlife swings in the gateway towns | |
| but out here in the inches there's a ship going down | |
| The sailor keeps swallowing siren smoke | |
| Dreaming of a kiss, just beyond the choke. | |
| These strange nights and days- | |
| These numbers taking our names | |
| Chorus: | |
| Cool this madness down | |
| Sop it right on time | |
| Got one last chance better cool itdown | |
| Before it takes our life | |
| Man without bearings straggles in the wood | |
| Counting on the wolf to forget about blood | |
| Stacking up blocks for the god of numbers | |
| Playing slow pitch with the angels of slumber | |
| Now he is alone with the things he made | |
| Shaking n the afterburn arcade | |
| Games distract but they don't appease | |
| What they attract they will not release | |
| These strange nights and days- | |
| These numbers taking out names | |
| Chorus | |
| Cool this madness down | |
| Dance in a redemption town | |
| Chant down desolation | |
| Conscius movement come | |
| Cool this madness down | |
| (repeat) | |
| Chorus |
| zuò qǔ : Michaels | |
| Man without a rudder is ruled by the sea | |
| Lost all anchors somewhere in the deep | |
| Lover of machinesadrift in schemes | |
| Cast his lot among rootless thieves | |
| Nightlife swings in the gateway towns | |
| but out here in the inches there' s a ship going down | |
| The sailor keeps swallowing siren smoke | |
| Dreaming of a kiss, just beyond the choke. | |
| These strange nights and days | |
| These numbers taking our names | |
| Chorus: | |
| Cool this madness down | |
| Sop it right on time | |
| Got one last chance better cool itdown | |
| Before it takes our life | |
| Man without bearings straggles in the wood | |
| Counting on the wolf to forget about blood | |
| Stacking up blocks for the god of numbers | |
| Playing slow pitch with the angels of slumber | |
| Now he is alone with the things he made | |
| Shaking n the afterburn arcade | |
| Games distract but they don' t appease | |
| What they attract they will not release | |
| These strange nights and days | |
| These numbers taking out names | |
| Chorus | |
| Cool this madness down | |
| Dance in a redemption town | |
| Chant down desolation | |
| Conscius movement come | |
| Cool this madness down | |
| repeat | |
| Chorus |