| Song | Big Thumbs |
| Artist | SNFU |
| Album | The One Voted Most Likely To Succeed |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Snfu | |
| Ashtray balanced on my chest | |
| Sucking on a cigarette | |
| If I don't burn in hell | |
| I just might burn in bed | |
| Staring into a glowing red ember | |
| On a chilly morning in September | |
| I look out my front window | |
| And realize that the walk needs shoveling | |
| Oh my head aches | |
| Whenever I'm listening to you | |
| Oh my head aches | |
| Whenever I'm thinking of you | |
| Underneath the snowbank | |
| I found myself a big thumb | |
| Found myself a rusty dime | |
| I put that big thumb in my pocket | |
| The damn thing stayed there until it rotted | |
| Now I keep it in a pickle jar | |
| I wonder who it once belonged to? |
| zuo ci : Snfu | |
| Ashtray balanced on my chest | |
| Sucking on a cigarette | |
| If I don' t burn in hell | |
| I just might burn in bed | |
| Staring into a glowing red ember | |
| On a chilly morning in September | |
| I look out my front window | |
| And realize that the walk needs shoveling | |
| Oh my head aches | |
| Whenever I' m listening to you | |
| Oh my head aches | |
| Whenever I' m thinking of you | |
| Underneath the snowbank | |
| I found myself a big thumb | |
| Found myself a rusty dime | |
| I put that big thumb in my pocket | |
| The damn thing stayed there until it rotted | |
| Now I keep it in a pickle jar | |
| I wonder who it once belonged to? |
| zuò cí : Snfu | |
| Ashtray balanced on my chest | |
| Sucking on a cigarette | |
| If I don' t burn in hell | |
| I just might burn in bed | |
| Staring into a glowing red ember | |
| On a chilly morning in September | |
| I look out my front window | |
| And realize that the walk needs shoveling | |
| Oh my head aches | |
| Whenever I' m listening to you | |
| Oh my head aches | |
| Whenever I' m thinking of you | |
| Underneath the snowbank | |
| I found myself a big thumb | |
| Found myself a rusty dime | |
| I put that big thumb in my pocket | |
| The damn thing stayed there until it rotted | |
| Now I keep it in a pickle jar | |
| I wonder who it once belonged to? |