| Song | Lunch for the Sky |
| Artist | Socratic |
| Album | Lunch for the Sky |
| 作曲 : Socratic | |
| Drivers in the taxicabs, | |
| People live their roles. | |
| Thirty-five cents. | |
| Throw it in the toll. | |
| They don't know they're paying what is stealing their food. | |
| They're forced into the melting pot where they're simmered and brewed. | |
| He loves being sick but he looks for a cure. [Chorus:] | |
| You can call this sane. | |
| You can call this eccentric. | |
| He marks his books with steak knives. | |
| All we are is lunch for the sky. | |
| Why can't we be jazz musicians? | |
| A little melody will soon be missing. | |
| All we are is lunch for the sky. | |
| Let's all play the lottery so we can buy all our dreams. | |
| I'm a self-help video with the worst themes. | |
| Everything | |
| I wanted I was all in a dream. | |
| I still wasn't much or was that just how | |
| I seem? He loves being sick but he looks for a cure. [Chorus] | |
| I stood back to the countryside. | |
| I asked if you'd like to take a ride. | |
| My moods come in two stages. | |
| God-awful and contagious. | |
| I can't tell you what | |
| I want to say. | |
| The city digested yesterday. | |
| Death is not the end it is the cure. [Chorus] |
| zuò qǔ : Socratic | |
| Drivers in the taxicabs, | |
| People live their roles. | |
| Thirtyfive cents. | |
| Throw it in the toll. | |
| They don' t know they' re paying what is stealing their food. | |
| They' re forced into the melting pot where they' re simmered and brewed. | |
| He loves being sick but he looks for a cure. Chorus: | |
| You can call this sane. | |
| You can call this eccentric. | |
| He marks his books with steak knives. | |
| All we are is lunch for the sky. | |
| Why can' t we be jazz musicians? | |
| A little melody will soon be missing. | |
| All we are is lunch for the sky. | |
| Let' s all play the lottery so we can buy all our dreams. | |
| I' m a selfhelp video with the worst themes. | |
| Everything | |
| I wanted I was all in a dream. | |
| I still wasn' t much or was that just how | |
| I seem? He loves being sick but he looks for a cure. Chorus | |
| I stood back to the countryside. | |
| I asked if you' d like to take a ride. | |
| My moods come in two stages. | |
| Godawful and contagious. | |
| I can' t tell you what | |
| I want to say. | |
| The city digested yesterday. | |
| Death is not the end it is the cure. Chorus |