| Song | Sleep On The Left Side |
| Artist | Cornershop |
| Album | When I Was Born For The 7th Time |
| 作词 : Singh | |
| Sleep on the left side | |
| Leave the right side free | |
| Hope gets salted | |
| As those around you leave | |
| We're gonna let it up like India House on fire | |
| We're gonna let it go | |
| And let it go higher | |
| Let it go | |
| Sleep on the left side | |
| Houcam is our call | |
| We're gonna take it | |
| That virgin fall | |
| There's gonna be some | |
| When we let it up | |
| And let it breathe | |
| And all the holes | |
| Doused with grief | |
| And planets up | |
| And time to leave | |
| No Asian fire | |
| Will leave us dyre | |
| Born again to Asian #lion# | |
| There comes no telling | |
| How it will be | |
| What's turned to smoke | |
| Was in our hearts | |
| And planets up | |
| What we have lost | |
| Foot racing from kitchens | |
| Down alleys through gulleys | |
| Meeting every second hour | |
| Never to come to terms with ? | |
| Foot racing to Putabin Key | |
| 'cause there's too much going on | |
| To jeer on green goddesses, local dignitaries and labor counselors | |
| Always #in touch# by #way of# the community organ? we're about to be #orphaned# | |
| Sleep on the left side | |
| Keep the sword hand free | |
| Arrrh, wuttevess gonna be is | |
| Gone nu be | |
| For the 7th time | |
| WithOUT, tumbling disyre | |
| Easy dizease | |
| We're gonna let it known | |
| And let it go slow, let it go | |
| Sleep on the left side | |
| Sleep on the left side | |
| Some sounds | |
| Some #burdens# | |
| #Can# release | |
| Some sounds | |
| Some #burdens# | |
| #Can# release | |
| Some sounds | |
| Some #burdens# | |
| Sleep on the left side |
| zuò cí : Singh | |
| Sleep on the left side | |
| Leave the right side free | |
| Hope gets salted | |
| As those around you leave | |
| We' re gonna let it up like India House on fire | |
| We' re gonna let it go | |
| And let it go higher | |
| Let it go | |
| Sleep on the left side | |
| Houcam is our call | |
| We' re gonna take it | |
| That virgin fall | |
| There' s gonna be some | |
| When we let it up | |
| And let it breathe | |
| And all the holes | |
| Doused with grief | |
| And planets up | |
| And time to leave | |
| No Asian fire | |
| Will leave us dyre | |
| Born again to Asian lion | |
| There comes no telling | |
| How it will be | |
| What' s turned to smoke | |
| Was in our hearts | |
| And planets up | |
| What we have lost | |
| Foot racing from kitchens | |
| Down alleys through gulleys | |
| Meeting every second hour | |
| Never to come to terms with nbsp? | |
| Foot racing to Putabin Key | |
| ' cause there' s too much going on | |
| To jeer on green goddesses, local dignitaries and labor counselors | |
| Always in touch by way of the community organ? we' re about to be orphaned | |
| Sleep on the left side | |
| Keep the sword hand free | |
| Arrrh, wuttevess gonna be is | |
| Gone nu be | |
| For the 7th time | |
| WithOUT, tumbling disyre | |
| Easy dizease | |
| We' re gonna let it known | |
| And let it go slow, let it go | |
| Sleep on the left side | |
| Sleep on the left side | |
| Some sounds | |
| Some burdens | |
| Can release | |
| Some sounds | |
| Some burdens | |
| Can release | |
| Some sounds | |
| Some burdens | |
| Sleep on the left side |