| Song | february war |
| Artist | Rabbit Junk |
| Album | Reframe |
| 作曲 : Anderson | |
| Standing on the curb, wasting my life, wait for a bus | |
| The 36 was full the 13 was late, | |
| I think I've had enough | |
| Standing in the corr, that seat was mine, | |
| I said what the fuck | |
| Pray to the gods they show me pity and beam me up, but | |
| I know I'm stuck so | |
| I read my book | |
| I wish for better, better luck! | |
| Who are these people, what are these customs, what is this language, | |
| I don’t understand | |
| I feel the battle rage, | |
| I feel the steel in my hands, | |
| I feel the wind on my face, | |
| I am not of this | |
| Thank you god, for making me an alien, thank you god, for making me alright, thank you god, for making me an alien, thank you god, for making me alright | |
| I finally got myself a seat, by the homeless guy, who been smoking crack, | |
| He said his name was | |
| Phil and this was the bus he’s gonna hi-jack, | |
| I had to ask would it be too much to drive me home, he said where to | |
| I didn’t know because | |
| I've never ever known. | |
| Who are these people? | |
| I don’t understand! | |
| I feel the battle rage, | |
| I feel the steel in my hands, | |
| I feel the wind on my face, | |
| I am not of this | |
| Thank you god, for making me an alien, thank you god, for making me alright, thank you god, for making me an alien, thank you god, for making me alright | |
| I feel the battle rage, | |
| I feel the steel in my hands, | |
| I feel the wind on my face, | |
| I am not of this land | |
| I feel the battle rage, | |
| I feel the steel in my hands, | |
| I feel the wind on my face, | |
| I am not of this! | |
| Thank you god, for making me an alien, thank you god for making me alright, thank you god, for making me an alien, thank you god, for making me alright | |
| Yea eh eh eh, | |
| GO! |
| zuò qǔ : Anderson | |
| Standing on the curb, wasting my life, wait for a bus | |
| The 36 was full the 13 was late, | |
| I think I' ve had enough | |
| Standing in the corr, that seat was mine, | |
| I said what the fuck | |
| Pray to the gods they show me pity and beam me up, but | |
| I know I' m stuck so | |
| I read my book | |
| I wish for better, better luck! | |
| Who are these people, what are these customs, what is this language, | |
| I don' t understand | |
| I feel the battle rage, | |
| I feel the steel in my hands, | |
| I feel the wind on my face, | |
| I am not of this | |
| Thank you god, for making me an alien, thank you god, for making me alright, thank you god, for making me an alien, thank you god, for making me alright | |
| I finally got myself a seat, by the homeless guy, who been smoking crack, | |
| He said his name was | |
| Phil and this was the bus he' s gonna hijack, | |
| I had to ask would it be too much to drive me home, he said where to | |
| I didn' t know because | |
| I' ve never ever known. | |
| Who are these people? | |
| I don' t understand! | |
| I feel the battle rage, | |
| I feel the steel in my hands, | |
| I feel the wind on my face, | |
| I am not of this | |
| Thank you god, for making me an alien, thank you god, for making me alright, thank you god, for making me an alien, thank you god, for making me alright | |
| I feel the battle rage, | |
| I feel the steel in my hands, | |
| I feel the wind on my face, | |
| I am not of this land | |
| I feel the battle rage, | |
| I feel the steel in my hands, | |
| I feel the wind on my face, | |
| I am not of this! | |
| Thank you god, for making me an alien, thank you god for making me alright, thank you god, for making me an alien, thank you god, for making me alright | |
| Yea eh eh eh, | |
| GO! |