| Song | Born With A Tail |
| Artist | Supersuckers |
| Album | The Sacrilicious Sounds of SUPERSUCKERS |
| 作曲 : Supersuckers | |
| I'd rather choose my soul to lose | |
| Than leave around just one confused | |
| And lose desire | |
| Don't know if I'll ever learn | |
| Can't wait ‘til I get my turn | |
| To burn in the infernal hell fire | |
| I'm waiting for my last drive | |
| While the bugle of my backside | |
| Blows a losing beat | |
| Hope I don't run out of gas | |
| Bet my sacrelicious ass | |
| Ain't nothing down there that scares me | |
| (Chorus) | |
| Oh yeah! | |
| And you know! | |
| I'm in league with Satan | |
| And you know | |
| There can't be no debatin' | |
| My hell-bound trail | |
| I was born with a tail! | |
| I'm evil! | |
| Yeah, and I run free | |
| There's molten lead in me | |
| So let's get the hell | |
| Got the goods | |
| Brother bring it on | |
| My mother done brought me up wrong | |
| And you can use my dick | |
| As a walkin' stick as well | |
| (Chorus) | |
| It's time to fly the finger | |
| Yeah, that middle digit brings your point | |
| And it drives it home | |
| On my head there's no crown of thorns | |
| This evil scalp has earned its horns | |
| I'm gonna hop on top of your mom before I go | |
| (Chorus) |
| zuò qǔ : Supersuckers | |
| I' d rather choose my soul to lose | |
| Than leave around just one confused | |
| And lose desire | |
| Don' t know if I' ll ever learn | |
| Can' t wait ' til I get my turn | |
| To burn in the infernal hell fire | |
| I' m waiting for my last drive | |
| While the bugle of my backside | |
| Blows a losing beat | |
| Hope I don' t run out of gas | |
| Bet my sacrelicious ass | |
| Ain' t nothing down there that scares me | |
| Chorus | |
| Oh yeah! | |
| And you know! | |
| I' m in league with Satan | |
| And you know | |
| There can' t be no debatin' | |
| My hellbound trail | |
| I was born with a tail! | |
| I' m evil! | |
| Yeah, and I run free | |
| There' s molten lead in me | |
| So let' s get the hell | |
| Got the goods | |
| Brother bring it on | |
| My mother done brought me up wrong | |
| And you can use my dick | |
| As a walkin' stick as well | |
| Chorus | |
| It' s time to fly the finger | |
| Yeah, that middle digit brings your point | |
| And it drives it home | |
| On my head there' s no crown of thorns | |
| This evil scalp has earned its horns | |
| I' m gonna hop on top of your mom before I go | |
| Chorus |