| Song | The New Cobweb Summer |
| Artist | Lambchop |
| Album | Live at XX Merge |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Wagner | |
| The last thought that you think today | |
| Has already happened | |
| The link between profound and pain | |
| Covers you like sherwin williams | |
| The smokey joe is broken | |
| Drops into your lap | |
| And the big red wasp | |
| Makes a scan through | |
| My black pages | |
| Last night our boy was out there | |
| Burning up his matches | |
| I saw him in the afternoon | |
| Sporting a black eye | |
| The universal man | |
| Holds a pistol or a bottle | |
| Types with confidence | |
| As we grow out of our | |
| Bruises | |
| Once i had a friend | |
| Who had the knack of tossing | |
| His mind around geography | |
| Boy you think, you have problems | |
| The hunter is asleep | |
| At least that's what i call him | |
| In the afternoon | |
| Of the new cobweb | |
| Summer |
| zuo qu : Wagner | |
| The last thought that you think today | |
| Has already happened | |
| The link between profound and pain | |
| Covers you like sherwin williams | |
| The smokey joe is broken | |
| Drops into your lap | |
| And the big red wasp | |
| Makes a scan through | |
| My black pages | |
| Last night our boy was out there | |
| Burning up his matches | |
| I saw him in the afternoon | |
| Sporting a black eye | |
| The universal man | |
| Holds a pistol or a bottle | |
| Types with confidence | |
| As we grow out of our | |
| Bruises | |
| Once i had a friend | |
| Who had the knack of tossing | |
| His mind around geography | |
| Boy you think, you have problems | |
| The hunter is asleep | |
| At least that' s what i call him | |
| In the afternoon | |
| Of the new cobweb | |
| Summer |
| zuò qǔ : Wagner | |
| The last thought that you think today | |
| Has already happened | |
| The link between profound and pain | |
| Covers you like sherwin williams | |
| The smokey joe is broken | |
| Drops into your lap | |
| And the big red wasp | |
| Makes a scan through | |
| My black pages | |
| Last night our boy was out there | |
| Burning up his matches | |
| I saw him in the afternoon | |
| Sporting a black eye | |
| The universal man | |
| Holds a pistol or a bottle | |
| Types with confidence | |
| As we grow out of our | |
| Bruises | |
| Once i had a friend | |
| Who had the knack of tossing | |
| His mind around geography | |
| Boy you think, you have problems | |
| The hunter is asleep | |
| At least that' s what i call him | |
| In the afternoon | |
| Of the new cobweb | |
| Summer |