| Song | Young Republicans |
| Artist | Lower Dens |
| Album | Young Republicans |
| [00:00.000] | 作词 : Nick Younes/Jana Hunter |
| [00:01.000] | 作曲 : Nick Younes/Jana Hunter |
| [00:16.63] | In every generation |
| [00:24.33] | There are those who just don't fit in |
| [00:32.64] | We never asked to be this way |
| [00:36.73] | Born without souls or blood or skin |
| [00:44.60] | We’re young republicans |
| [00:48.98] | The doors are locked, the curtains drawn |
| [00:52.99] | Our silken gloves and bonnets on |
| [00:58.17] | You cannot pass |
| [01:01.70] | You've no appetite |
| [01:05.09] | To taste the burning flesh of men |
| [01:08.96] | A supreme joy no doubt at all |
| [01:13.27] | We lift our heads, we lift our heads |
| [01:17.08] | And see the world is burning |
| [01:20.81] | In every neat and tidy town |
| [01:28.49] | We can't help feel we’ve been let down |
| [01:36.77] | We never asked to be this way |
| [01:41.16] | No spines, no tongues, no fingerprints |
| [01:48.72] | We're young republicans |
| [01:53.29] | The doors are locked and the blinds are drawn |
| [01:57.38] | Our lamb-skin gloves and bonnets on |
| [02:03.17] | You can't pass |
| [02:06.47] | This is just for us |
| [02:09.75] | To taste the burning flesh of men |
| [02:13.65] | The greatest joy there's ever been |
| [02:17.64] | We lift our heads, we lift our heads |
| [02:21.62] | And see the world is burning |
| [02:41.66] | The doors are locked, the curtains drawn |
| [02:45.77] | Our silken gloves and bonnets on |
| [02:51.84] | You cannot pass |
| [02:54.75] | This is all for us |
| [02:58.13] | The doors are locked, the lines are drawn |
| [03:01.89] | Our calfskin gloves and bonnets on |
| [03:07.59] | You can't pass |
| [03:10.69] | You've no appetite |
| [03:13.99] | To taste the burning flesh of men |
| [03:18.15] | The greatest joy there's ever been |
| [03:22.17] | We lift our heads, we lift our heads |
| [03:25.98] | And see the world is burning |
| [03:30.65] |
| [00:00.000] | zuò cí : Nick Younes Jana Hunter |
| [00:01.000] | zuò qǔ : Nick Younes Jana Hunter |
| [00:16.63] | In every generation |
| [00:24.33] | There are those who just don' t fit in |
| [00:32.64] | We never asked to be this way |
| [00:36.73] | Born without souls or blood or skin |
| [00:44.60] | We' re young republicans |
| [00:48.98] | The doors are locked, the curtains drawn |
| [00:52.99] | Our silken gloves and bonnets on |
| [00:58.17] | You cannot pass |
| [01:01.70] | You' ve no appetite |
| [01:05.09] | To taste the burning flesh of men |
| [01:08.96] | A supreme joy no doubt at all |
| [01:13.27] | We lift our heads, we lift our heads |
| [01:17.08] | And see the world is burning |
| [01:20.81] | In every neat and tidy town |
| [01:28.49] | We can' t help feel we' ve been let down |
| [01:36.77] | We never asked to be this way |
| [01:41.16] | No spines, no tongues, no fingerprints |
| [01:48.72] | We' re young republicans |
| [01:53.29] | The doors are locked and the blinds are drawn |
| [01:57.38] | Our lambskin gloves and bonnets on |
| [02:03.17] | You can' t pass |
| [02:06.47] | This is just for us |
| [02:09.75] | To taste the burning flesh of men |
| [02:13.65] | The greatest joy there' s ever been |
| [02:17.64] | We lift our heads, we lift our heads |
| [02:21.62] | And see the world is burning |
| [02:41.66] | The doors are locked, the curtains drawn |
| [02:45.77] | Our silken gloves and bonnets on |
| [02:51.84] | You cannot pass |
| [02:54.75] | This is all for us |
| [02:58.13] | The doors are locked, the lines are drawn |
| [03:01.89] | Our calfskin gloves and bonnets on |
| [03:07.59] | You can' t pass |
| [03:10.69] | You' ve no appetite |
| [03:13.99] | To taste the burning flesh of men |
| [03:18.15] | The greatest joy there' s ever been |
| [03:22.17] | We lift our heads, we lift our heads |
| [03:25.98] | And see the world is burning |
| [03:30.65] |