| Song | Wrecking Yard |
| Artist | Switchblade Symphony |
| Album | Serpentine Gallery |
| 作词 : Root, Wallace | |
| Gather round to hear this tale | |
| A story which has grown old | |
| Torn of their pride | |
| Stars crash and collide | |
| The wrecking yard's grown cold | |
| They may laugh and they may say that | |
| This doesn't happen oh no | |
| If you happen to see them just listen | |
| Take away some of their pain tonight | |
| These are saddened times today | |
| This sickened place we live | |
| We walk right through the wrecking yard | |
| It's nothing that we give | |
| Listen now to the songs they sing | |
| They try to stay warm | |
| But the cold it stays | |
| Houses are worn | |
| Absent of storm | |
| They're learning how tonight | |
| Dancing in the night | |
| They're shining up above the sky | |
| Laughing in their darkest times | |
| You'll see them asleep in the rain tonight | |
| These are saddened times today | |
| This sickened place we live | |
| We walk right through the wrecking yard | |
| It's nothing that we give | |
| These are saddened times today | |
| This sickened place we live | |
| We're walking right on through the wrecking yard | |
| It's nothing that we give we're going | |
| We're going | |
| We're walking right on through the wrecking yard | |
| It's nothing that we give | |
| Gather round to hear this tale | |
| A story which has grown old |
| zuò cí : Root, Wallace | |
| Gather round to hear this tale | |
| A story which has grown old | |
| Torn of their pride | |
| Stars crash and collide | |
| The wrecking yard' s grown cold | |
| They may laugh and they may say that | |
| This doesn' t happen oh no | |
| If you happen to see them just listen | |
| Take away some of their pain tonight | |
| These are saddened times today | |
| This sickened place we live | |
| We walk right through the wrecking yard | |
| It' s nothing that we give | |
| Listen now to the songs they sing | |
| They try to stay warm | |
| But the cold it stays | |
| Houses are worn | |
| Absent of storm | |
| They' re learning how tonight | |
| Dancing in the night | |
| They' re shining up above the sky | |
| Laughing in their darkest times | |
| You' ll see them asleep in the rain tonight | |
| These are saddened times today | |
| This sickened place we live | |
| We walk right through the wrecking yard | |
| It' s nothing that we give | |
| These are saddened times today | |
| This sickened place we live | |
| We' re walking right on through the wrecking yard | |
| It' s nothing that we give we' re going | |
| We' re going | |
| We' re walking right on through the wrecking yard | |
| It' s nothing that we give | |
| Gather round to hear this tale | |
| A story which has grown old |