| Song | Trembling Peacock |
| Artist | Destroyer |
| Album | This Night |
| 作曲 : Destroyer | |
| Relax, trembling peacock... | |
| No, I wasn't born to rock... | |
| Oh, I was just plain born... | |
| And then I kind of grew and then, well... | |
| Vancouver made me, | |
| I guess it's true... | |
| Sired to the | |
| House of Lords (these days they call them 'Co-Op Boards'), | |
| And now it's in my royal blood | |
| To vote and vote and vote and vote | |
| On things that never change... | |
| Gods give and gods give our gifts away... | |
| Settle down, trembling peacock... | |
| No, I wasn't sent to rock you... | |
| Oh, I just kind of came... | |
| And then I withdrew and then, well... | |
| I guess the rest of you already knew... | |
| Sired to the | |
| House of Lords | |
| On the day they declared it bankrupt and | |
| Now conquered lands pay tribute to the shifts of your skirt, | |
| Children at play get hurt, | |
| And wars are won from a foxhole... | |
| The inner world of a dove is complex, | |
| I'm telling you... | |
| Lovers of the air, beware... | |
| But for us it's real simple... | |
| Look - shot through with arrows, | |
| A chest full of sparrows, | |
| Gonna show you the way to my heart... |
| zuò qǔ : Destroyer | |
| Relax, trembling peacock... | |
| No, I wasn' t born to rock... | |
| Oh, I was just plain born... | |
| And then I kind of grew and then, well... | |
| Vancouver made me, | |
| I guess it' s true... | |
| Sired to the | |
| House of Lords these days they call them ' CoOp Boards', | |
| And now it' s in my royal blood | |
| To vote and vote and vote and vote | |
| On things that never change... | |
| Gods give and gods give our gifts away... | |
| Settle down, trembling peacock... | |
| No, I wasn' t sent to rock you... | |
| Oh, I just kind of came... | |
| And then I withdrew and then, well... | |
| I guess the rest of you already knew... | |
| Sired to the | |
| House of Lords | |
| On the day they declared it bankrupt and | |
| Now conquered lands pay tribute to the shifts of your skirt, | |
| Children at play get hurt, | |
| And wars are won from a foxhole... | |
| The inner world of a dove is complex, | |
| I' m telling you... | |
| Lovers of the air, beware... | |
| But for us it' s real simple... | |
| Look shot through with arrows, | |
| A chest full of sparrows, | |
| Gonna show you the way to my heart... |