| Song | Eureka Pile |
| Artist | Ministry |
| Album | Dark Side Of The Spoon |
| 作词 : Ministry | |
| I seem to find myself each time | |
| I run away | |
| Don't give me vivid in some yester body selling days | |
| Sometimes they reappear just like the sands of time | |
| Or d'ya like some quick sand baby running off my summer wine | |
| Same faces broken homes | |
| Those memories have fled | |
| All tears within me now are dormant or dead | |
| My veins are bursting with a thirst that you cannot ignore | |
| Alright Eureka's | |
| PileNow my savior, or my whore | |
| There's a lot that they don't mind when things aren't what they seem | |
| I always wake up, baby, 'cause | |
| I always wake up me | |
| My life may ain't come to much | |
| Ignore my history | |
| Least my Eureka | |
| Pile can see some way | |
| I feelAin't the way | |
| I see, ain't the way | |
| I seeMy Eureka | |
| Pile and me |
| zuò cí : Ministry | |
| I seem to find myself each time | |
| I run away | |
| Don' t give me vivid in some yester body selling days | |
| Sometimes they reappear just like the sands of time | |
| Or d' ya like some quick sand baby running off my summer wine | |
| Same faces broken homes | |
| Those memories have fled | |
| All tears within me now are dormant or dead | |
| My veins are bursting with a thirst that you cannot ignore | |
| Alright Eureka' s | |
| PileNow my savior, or my whore | |
| There' s a lot that they don' t mind when things aren' t what they seem | |
| I always wake up, baby, ' cause | |
| I always wake up me | |
| My life may ain' t come to much | |
| Ignore my history | |
| Least my Eureka | |
| Pile can see some way | |
| I feelAin' t the way | |
| I see, ain' t the way | |
| I seeMy Eureka | |
| Pile and me |