| Song | Loaded Rack |
| Artist | Overkill |
| Album | Relixiv |
| 作词 : Ellsworth, Verni | |
| Rolling like a thunder****er, green light night trucker | |
| Got an eye full o' something to love | |
| Get it up, bring it down, I know it's over 'til I hit the ground | |
| Train sane homicide, nothing like a suicide | |
| Gaze into the skies above | |
| Keep it up, knock it down, I don't see anybody else around | |
| I will eat your soul in broad daylight | |
| Front the all-seeing watchful eye | |
| Barrel like a train in the dead of night | |
| Where the good things pass me by | |
| I am always ready, though I never had no guns | |
| I am holding steady, with a bullet in my... | |
| RRRRRRRRun | |
| All I want is just a loaded rack | |
| Domination, strapped across my back | |
| All I want is just to keep it low | |
| Do I need to tell you | |
| Where you can go | |
| Keeping with the time line, had my fill turpentine | |
| Drank until I didn't know why | |
| Lift it up, chug it down | |
| Wonder why I'm always layin' on the ground | |
| Waste face out a place, just outside the human race | |
| (Keep it) in the (bloodshot) public eye | |
| Style up, bring it down | |
| Think they all hate me, when I do fall down | |
| Screaming like a hog tied, pig slut crunch | |
| In my own private Slaughterhouse 5 | |
| Spittin' out the souls that I ate for lunch | |
| And I'm happy just to be alive | |
| I'm not always ready, but I can't speak for my guns | |
| Sometimes I think I'm Freddy | |
| Though he never had no fun | |
| I can't believe my hands are growing cold | |
| Give me all the good inside your soul |
| zuò cí : Ellsworth, Verni | |
| Rolling like a thunder er, green light night trucker | |
| Got an eye full o' something to love | |
| Get it up, bring it down, I know it' s over ' til I hit the ground | |
| Train sane homicide, nothing like a suicide | |
| Gaze into the skies above | |
| Keep it up, knock it down, I don' t see anybody else around | |
| I will eat your soul in broad daylight | |
| Front the allseeing watchful eye | |
| Barrel like a train in the dead of night | |
| Where the good things pass me by | |
| I am always ready, though I never had no guns | |
| I am holding steady, with a bullet in my... | |
| RRRRRRRRun | |
| All I want is just a loaded rack | |
| Domination, strapped across my back | |
| All I want is just to keep it low | |
| Do I need to tell you | |
| Where you can go | |
| Keeping with the time line, had my fill turpentine | |
| Drank until I didn' t know why | |
| Lift it up, chug it down | |
| Wonder why I' m always layin' on the ground | |
| Waste face out a place, just outside the human race | |
| Keep it in the bloodshot public eye | |
| Style up, bring it down | |
| Think they all hate me, when I do fall down | |
| Screaming like a hog tied, pig slut crunch | |
| In my own private Slaughterhouse 5 | |
| Spittin' out the souls that I ate for lunch | |
| And I' m happy just to be alive | |
| I' m not always ready, but I can' t speak for my guns | |
| Sometimes I think I' m Freddy | |
| Though he never had no fun | |
| I can' t believe my hands are growing cold | |
| Give me all the good inside your soul |