| Song | Chinese Burn |
| Artist | Curve |
| Album | Come Clean |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Garcia, Halliday | |
| She burns friends like a piece of wood | |
| And she's jealous of me because she never could | |
| Hold herself up without a spine | |
| And she'll look me up when she's doing fine | |
| Because the rage it burns like Chinese torture | |
| She's just someone's favourite daughter | |
| Spoilt and ugly as she willingly slaughters | |
| Friends and enemies they're all the same | |
| All the same | |
| Crush her fame | |
| Burn her name | |
| She'll break a promise as a matter of course | |
| Because she thinks it's fun to have no remorse | |
| She gets what she wants and walks away | |
| And she doesn't give a **** what you might say | |
| Because it cuts her up like Irish mortar | |
| Mother's pride is what we taught her | |
| Soiled and petty as we happily taunt her | |
| Friend and enemy we're all to blame | |
| {She'll burn us bad | |
| She'll flaunt her fame | |
| She'll make us remember, remember her name}x2 | |
| If she sits still like she knows she could | |
| She could win this game and be the queen for good | |
| Save herself up for the cream of the crop | |
| Then she'll look us up when she's ready to stop | |
| Because the rage it burns like Chinese torture | |
| She's just someone's favourite daughter | |
| Spoilt and ugly as she willingly slaughters | |
| Friends and enemies are all that came | |
| To burn her name | |
| Crush her fame | |
| Burn her name | |
| Crush her fame | |
| Burn her name | |
| Crush her fame | |
| Burn her name | |
| We're all to blame |
| zuo ci : Garcia, Halliday | |
| She burns friends like a piece of wood | |
| And she' s jealous of me because she never could | |
| Hold herself up without a spine | |
| And she' ll look me up when she' s doing fine | |
| Because the rage it burns like Chinese torture | |
| She' s just someone' s favourite daughter | |
| Spoilt and ugly as she willingly slaughters | |
| Friends and enemies they' re all the same | |
| All the same | |
| Crush her fame | |
| Burn her name | |
| She' ll break a promise as a matter of course | |
| Because she thinks it' s fun to have no remorse | |
| She gets what she wants and walks away | |
| And she doesn' t give a what you might say | |
| Because it cuts her up like Irish mortar | |
| Mother' s pride is what we taught her | |
| Soiled and petty as we happily taunt her | |
| Friend and enemy we' re all to blame | |
| She' ll burn us bad | |
| She' ll flaunt her fame | |
| She' ll make us remember, remember her name x2 | |
| If she sits still like she knows she could | |
| She could win this game and be the queen for good | |
| Save herself up for the cream of the crop | |
| Then she' ll look us up when she' s ready to stop | |
| Because the rage it burns like Chinese torture | |
| She' s just someone' s favourite daughter | |
| Spoilt and ugly as she willingly slaughters | |
| Friends and enemies are all that came | |
| To burn her name | |
| Crush her fame | |
| Burn her name | |
| Crush her fame | |
| Burn her name | |
| Crush her fame | |
| Burn her name | |
| We' re all to blame |
| zuò cí : Garcia, Halliday | |
| She burns friends like a piece of wood | |
| And she' s jealous of me because she never could | |
| Hold herself up without a spine | |
| And she' ll look me up when she' s doing fine | |
| Because the rage it burns like Chinese torture | |
| She' s just someone' s favourite daughter | |
| Spoilt and ugly as she willingly slaughters | |
| Friends and enemies they' re all the same | |
| All the same | |
| Crush her fame | |
| Burn her name | |
| She' ll break a promise as a matter of course | |
| Because she thinks it' s fun to have no remorse | |
| She gets what she wants and walks away | |
| And she doesn' t give a what you might say | |
| Because it cuts her up like Irish mortar | |
| Mother' s pride is what we taught her | |
| Soiled and petty as we happily taunt her | |
| Friend and enemy we' re all to blame | |
| She' ll burn us bad | |
| She' ll flaunt her fame | |
| She' ll make us remember, remember her name x2 | |
| If she sits still like she knows she could | |
| She could win this game and be the queen for good | |
| Save herself up for the cream of the crop | |
| Then she' ll look us up when she' s ready to stop | |
| Because the rage it burns like Chinese torture | |
| She' s just someone' s favourite daughter | |
| Spoilt and ugly as she willingly slaughters | |
| Friends and enemies are all that came | |
| To burn her name | |
| Crush her fame | |
| Burn her name | |
| Crush her fame | |
| Burn her name | |
| Crush her fame | |
| Burn her name | |
| We' re all to blame |