| Song | Supercruel |
| Artist | Monster Magnet |
| Album | Monolithic baby! |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Wyndorf | |
| One, two, three, four | |
| Breathin' hard when you swim in the mirror | |
| Breathin' hard like a rich girl should | |
| Come alive in the back of my trailer | |
| Come alive when you're carvin' my wood | |
| Supercruel hot shit baby | |
| You've never been treated right | |
| Supercruel, | |
| TV's garbage | |
| Shut your eyes real tight | |
| Cry for your mother | |
| Sing for your brothers in hell, yes | |
| Pray for the daddy who smacks you up | |
| And drink from the specimen in my cup | |
| Such a strain when you live on a dead star | |
| Such a bummer when your money is dry | |
| Plug yourself on the hammer of | |
| God nowWe all love it when you shiver and die | |
| How were you to know | |
| That the sun would come out at midnight baby | |
| That the reds would turn out to be speed | |
| How were you to know that | |
| I'd be supercruel | |
| Cry for your mother | |
| Sing for your brothers in hell, yes | |
| Pray for the daddy who smacks you up | |
| And drink from the specimen in my cup | |
| Cry for your mother | |
| Sing for your brothers in hell, yes | |
| Pray for the daddy who smacks you up | |
| Drink from the specimen in my cup | |
| Supercruel [Incomprehensible] baby | |
| You've never been treated well | |
| Supercruel, | |
| TV's garbage[Incomprehensible] hell | |
| Supercruel hot shit baby | |
| You've never been treated right | |
| Supercruel, | |
| TV's garbage | |
| Shut your eyes real tight | |
| Cry for your mother | |
| Sing for your brothers in hell, yes | |
| Pray for the daddy who smacks you up | |
| And drink from the specimen in my cup | |
| Cry for your mother | |
| Sing for your brothers in hell, yes | |
| Pray for the daddy who smacks you up | |
| And drink from the specimen in my cup |
| zuo ci : Wyndorf | |
| One, two, three, four | |
| Breathin' hard when you swim in the mirror | |
| Breathin' hard like a rich girl should | |
| Come alive in the back of my trailer | |
| Come alive when you' re carvin' my wood | |
| Supercruel hot shit baby | |
| You' ve never been treated right | |
| Supercruel, | |
| TV' s garbage | |
| Shut your eyes real tight | |
| Cry for your mother | |
| Sing for your brothers in hell, yes | |
| Pray for the daddy who smacks you up | |
| And drink from the specimen in my cup | |
| Such a strain when you live on a dead star | |
| Such a bummer when your money is dry | |
| Plug yourself on the hammer of | |
| God nowWe all love it when you shiver and die | |
| How were you to know | |
| That the sun would come out at midnight baby | |
| That the reds would turn out to be speed | |
| How were you to know that | |
| I' d be supercruel | |
| Cry for your mother | |
| Sing for your brothers in hell, yes | |
| Pray for the daddy who smacks you up | |
| And drink from the specimen in my cup | |
| Cry for your mother | |
| Sing for your brothers in hell, yes | |
| Pray for the daddy who smacks you up | |
| Drink from the specimen in my cup | |
| Supercruel Incomprehensible baby | |
| You' ve never been treated well | |
| Supercruel, | |
| TV' s garbage Incomprehensible hell | |
| Supercruel hot shit baby | |
| You' ve never been treated right | |
| Supercruel, | |
| TV' s garbage | |
| Shut your eyes real tight | |
| Cry for your mother | |
| Sing for your brothers in hell, yes | |
| Pray for the daddy who smacks you up | |
| And drink from the specimen in my cup | |
| Cry for your mother | |
| Sing for your brothers in hell, yes | |
| Pray for the daddy who smacks you up | |
| And drink from the specimen in my cup |
| zuò cí : Wyndorf | |
| One, two, three, four | |
| Breathin' hard when you swim in the mirror | |
| Breathin' hard like a rich girl should | |
| Come alive in the back of my trailer | |
| Come alive when you' re carvin' my wood | |
| Supercruel hot shit baby | |
| You' ve never been treated right | |
| Supercruel, | |
| TV' s garbage | |
| Shut your eyes real tight | |
| Cry for your mother | |
| Sing for your brothers in hell, yes | |
| Pray for the daddy who smacks you up | |
| And drink from the specimen in my cup | |
| Such a strain when you live on a dead star | |
| Such a bummer when your money is dry | |
| Plug yourself on the hammer of | |
| God nowWe all love it when you shiver and die | |
| How were you to know | |
| That the sun would come out at midnight baby | |
| That the reds would turn out to be speed | |
| How were you to know that | |
| I' d be supercruel | |
| Cry for your mother | |
| Sing for your brothers in hell, yes | |
| Pray for the daddy who smacks you up | |
| And drink from the specimen in my cup | |
| Cry for your mother | |
| Sing for your brothers in hell, yes | |
| Pray for the daddy who smacks you up | |
| Drink from the specimen in my cup | |
| Supercruel Incomprehensible baby | |
| You' ve never been treated well | |
| Supercruel, | |
| TV' s garbage Incomprehensible hell | |
| Supercruel hot shit baby | |
| You' ve never been treated right | |
| Supercruel, | |
| TV' s garbage | |
| Shut your eyes real tight | |
| Cry for your mother | |
| Sing for your brothers in hell, yes | |
| Pray for the daddy who smacks you up | |
| And drink from the specimen in my cup | |
| Cry for your mother | |
| Sing for your brothers in hell, yes | |
| Pray for the daddy who smacks you up | |
| And drink from the specimen in my cup |