| Song | Postcards From Hell |
| Artist | Zebrahead |
| Album | Broadcast To The World |
| 作词 : Bergdorf, Lewis, Osmundson ... | |
| I didn't see the signs posted on the road | |
| Dead end gives way to the cliff that soars | |
| And I lose control, your face still looks bored | |
| One, two, **** you, | |
| I won't change for you | |
| Wrong way, this time it's going down | |
| You say, I'm immature to hang around | |
| Okay, face-plant to the ground | |
| I won't change for you, | |
| I won't change for you | |
| Tonight, I wash my hands off you | |
| You set the bar | |
| I could not live up to | |
| Well, tonight, the light in breaking through | |
| So thank you very little and send me postcards from hell | |
| This relationship is over as we scrape the ledge | |
| And you call me a loser falling over the edge | |
| Like you're cutting all your losses like a bet you can hedge | |
| One two, **** you, | |
| I won't change for you | |
| A black eye, and my heart is ripped out of my chest | |
| Crucified, for not passing any of your stupid tests | |
| Goodbye, right now | |
| I could care less | |
| I won't change for you, | |
| I won't change for you | |
| Tonight, I wash my hands off you | |
| You set the bar | |
| I could not live up to | |
| Well, tonight the light in breaking through | |
| So thank you very little and send me postcards from hell | |
| We've come a long way, don't look down | |
| Your heart is rotten, your heart is rotten | |
| Too bad it was the wrong way, won't be long now | |
| Till we hit the rock, bottom | |
| Tonight, I wash my hands off you | |
| You set the bar | |
| I could not live up to | |
| Well, tonight the light in breaking through | |
| So thank you very little and send me postcards from hell | |
| Tonight, I wash my hands off you | |
| You set the bar | |
| I could not live up to | |
| Well, tonight the light in breaking through | |
| So thank you very little and send me postcards from hell | |
| From hellSend me postcards from hell |
| zuò cí : Bergdorf, Lewis, Osmundson ... | |
| I didn' t see the signs posted on the road | |
| Dead end gives way to the cliff that soars | |
| And I lose control, your face still looks bored | |
| One, two, you, | |
| I won' t change for you | |
| Wrong way, this time it' s going down | |
| You say, I' m immature to hang around | |
| Okay, faceplant to the ground | |
| I won' t change for you, | |
| I won' t change for you | |
| Tonight, I wash my hands off you | |
| You set the bar | |
| I could not live up to | |
| Well, tonight, the light in breaking through | |
| So thank you very little and send me postcards from hell | |
| This relationship is over as we scrape the ledge | |
| And you call me a loser falling over the edge | |
| Like you' re cutting all your losses like a bet you can hedge | |
| One two, you, | |
| I won' t change for you | |
| A black eye, and my heart is ripped out of my chest | |
| Crucified, for not passing any of your stupid tests | |
| Goodbye, right now | |
| I could care less | |
| I won' t change for you, | |
| I won' t change for you | |
| Tonight, I wash my hands off you | |
| You set the bar | |
| I could not live up to | |
| Well, tonight the light in breaking through | |
| So thank you very little and send me postcards from hell | |
| We' ve come a long way, don' t look down | |
| Your heart is rotten, your heart is rotten | |
| Too bad it was the wrong way, won' t be long now | |
| Till we hit the rock, bottom | |
| Tonight, I wash my hands off you | |
| You set the bar | |
| I could not live up to | |
| Well, tonight the light in breaking through | |
| So thank you very little and send me postcards from hell | |
| Tonight, I wash my hands off you | |
| You set the bar | |
| I could not live up to | |
| Well, tonight the light in breaking through | |
| So thank you very little and send me postcards from hell | |
| From hellSend me postcards from hell |