| Song | Raking Through the Screed |
| Artist | Bad Breeding |
| Album | Exiled |
| 作词 : Charlie Rose | |
| 作曲 : Charlie Rose | |
| Vain winds blow on through the pain; | |
| a waking nightmare for moral gain | |
| The silent pulled from pillar to post, | |
| but surely endurance holds the key? | |
| Shallow badges squeeze my plight | |
| Preening tourists line the sides | |
| Damp in the ceiling | |
| mould spored and grey | |
| Raking through the screed | |
| Empty acts of false modesty | |
| Do nothing but tease and trivialise | |
| The disarming touch of bourgeois pity | |
| Indulgent trumpet blowers… | |
| But I will drag the darkest into my everyday | |
| to press for space beyond their means | |
| Raking through the screed |
| zuò cí : Charlie Rose | |
| zuò qǔ : Charlie Rose | |
| Vain winds blow on through the pain | |
| a waking nightmare for moral gain | |
| The silent pulled from pillar to post, | |
| but surely endurance holds the key? | |
| Shallow badges squeeze my plight | |
| Preening tourists line the sides | |
| Damp in the ceiling | |
| mould spored and grey | |
| Raking through the screed | |
| Empty acts of false modesty | |
| Do nothing but tease and trivialise | |
| The disarming touch of bourgeois pity | |
| Indulgent trumpet blowers | |
| But I will drag the darkest into my everyday | |
| to press for space beyond their means | |
| Raking through the screed |