| Song | Amused |
| Artist | The Grapes of Wrath |
| Album | Treehouse |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hooper, Kane | |
| A girl her name was Hill | |
| a deathroll mystery | |
| she had no friends they say | |
| they all tired of (play) | |
| At first they were amused | |
| she played it such a fool | |
| but soon it tired thin | |
| her friends they saw right through | |
| At first she acted higher | |
| a good friend's hard to find | |
| but then she was a lier | |
| crumble in the hind | |
| So then she was alone | |
| and not a soul to lie | |
| she started up a hill | |
| and thought that she could fly | |
| At first she acted higher | |
| a good friend's hard to find | |
| but then she was a lier | |
| crumble in the hind | |
| If she starts to think | |
| I wonder why I am | |
| she smacks her hands in her head | |
| and story's told again | |
| And if she starts to think | |
| I wonder why I am | |
| she smacks her hands in her head | |
| and story's told again | |
| Now she wonders why | |
| floating in the sky | |
| watching all her friends | |
| laugh until they cry | |
| At first she acter higher | |
| a good friend's hard to find | |
| but then she was a lier | |
| crumble in the hind | |
| If she starts to think | |
| I wonder why I am | |
| she smacks her hands in head | |
| and story's told again | |
| And if she starts to think | |
| I wonder why I am | |
| she smacks her hands in head | |
| and story's told again |
| zuo ci : Hooper, Kane | |
| A girl her name was Hill | |
| a deathroll mystery | |
| she had no friends they say | |
| they all tired of play | |
| At first they were amused | |
| she played it such a fool | |
| but soon it tired thin | |
| her friends they saw right through | |
| At first she acted higher | |
| a good friend' s hard to find | |
| but then she was a lier | |
| crumble in the hind | |
| So then she was alone | |
| and not a soul to lie | |
| she started up a hill | |
| and thought that she could fly | |
| At first she acted higher | |
| a good friend' s hard to find | |
| but then she was a lier | |
| crumble in the hind | |
| If she starts to think | |
| I wonder why I am | |
| she smacks her hands in her head | |
| and story' s told again | |
| And if she starts to think | |
| I wonder why I am | |
| she smacks her hands in her head | |
| and story' s told again | |
| Now she wonders why | |
| floating in the sky | |
| watching all her friends | |
| laugh until they cry | |
| At first she acter higher | |
| a good friend' s hard to find | |
| but then she was a lier | |
| crumble in the hind | |
| If she starts to think | |
| I wonder why I am | |
| she smacks her hands in head | |
| and story' s told again | |
| And if she starts to think | |
| I wonder why I am | |
| she smacks her hands in head | |
| and story' s told again |
| zuò cí : Hooper, Kane | |
| A girl her name was Hill | |
| a deathroll mystery | |
| she had no friends they say | |
| they all tired of play | |
| At first they were amused | |
| she played it such a fool | |
| but soon it tired thin | |
| her friends they saw right through | |
| At first she acted higher | |
| a good friend' s hard to find | |
| but then she was a lier | |
| crumble in the hind | |
| So then she was alone | |
| and not a soul to lie | |
| she started up a hill | |
| and thought that she could fly | |
| At first she acted higher | |
| a good friend' s hard to find | |
| but then she was a lier | |
| crumble in the hind | |
| If she starts to think | |
| I wonder why I am | |
| she smacks her hands in her head | |
| and story' s told again | |
| And if she starts to think | |
| I wonder why I am | |
| she smacks her hands in her head | |
| and story' s told again | |
| Now she wonders why | |
| floating in the sky | |
| watching all her friends | |
| laugh until they cry | |
| At first she acter higher | |
| a good friend' s hard to find | |
| but then she was a lier | |
| crumble in the hind | |
| If she starts to think | |
| I wonder why I am | |
| she smacks her hands in head | |
| and story' s told again | |
| And if she starts to think | |
| I wonder why I am | |
| she smacks her hands in head | |
| and story' s told again |