| Song | Condition Oakland |
| Artist | Jawbreaker |
| Album | 24 Hour Revenge Therapy |
| 作词 : Schwarzenbach | |
| I rode down to the tracks. | |
| Thinking they might sing to me. | |
| But they juststared back. | |
| Broken, trainless, and black as night. | |
| Climbed out on to my roof. | |
| So I'd be a poet in the night. | |
| Beat the walls off my room. | |
| I saw the big roomthat is this life. | |
| This is my condition: | |
| Naked and hysterical, reaching tograb a hand that | |
| I just slapped back at. | |
| This is my condition: | |
| Desparate,alone, without an excuse. | |
| I try to explain. | |
| Christ, what's the use? | |
| Read and Ileft so small. | |
| Some words keep speaking when you close the book. | |
| Drank andjust about smiled. | |
| Then I remembered us in that bed. | |
| Put my ear to the door. | |
| Ijust heard hot rods and gunshots and sirens. | |
| People kill me these days. | |
| There's keys in their eyes but they lock from the inside. |
| zuò cí : Schwarzenbach | |
| I rode down to the tracks. | |
| Thinking they might sing to me. | |
| But they juststared back. | |
| Broken, trainless, and black as night. | |
| Climbed out on to my roof. | |
| So I' d be a poet in the night. | |
| Beat the walls off my room. | |
| I saw the big roomthat is this life. | |
| This is my condition: | |
| Naked and hysterical, reaching tograb a hand that | |
| I just slapped back at. | |
| This is my condition: | |
| Desparate, alone, without an excuse. | |
| I try to explain. | |
| Christ, what' s the use? | |
| Read and Ileft so small. | |
| Some words keep speaking when you close the book. | |
| Drank andjust about smiled. | |
| Then I remembered us in that bed. | |
| Put my ear to the door. | |
| Ijust heard hot rods and gunshots and sirens. | |
| People kill me these days. | |
| There' s keys in their eyes but they lock from the inside. |