| Song | Dittohead |
| Artist | Slayer |
| Album | Divine Intervention |
| 作曲 : King | |
| (music and lyrics：king) | |
| This fucking country's lost its grip | |
| Subconscious hold begins to slip | |
| The scales of justice tend to tip | |
| The legal system has no spine | |
| It's corroding from inside | |
| Slap your hand you'll do no time | |
| Reality on vacation | |
| All across a blinded nation | |
| Mentality under sedation | |
| Anyone can be set free | |
| On a technicality | |
| Explain the law again to me | |
| Here in 1994 | |
| Things are different than before | |
| Violence is what we adore | |
| Invitation to the game | |
| Guns and blades and media fame | |
| Every day more of the same | |
| Murder, mayhem, anarchy | |
| Now are all done legally | |
| Mastermind your killing spree | |
| Unafraid of punishment | |
| With a passive government | |
| There's nothing for you to regret | |
| Nothing to regret | |
| Unimposing policy | |
| No enforcing ministry | |
| Gaping with judicial flaws | |
| Watching a fading nation crawl | |
| (lead: hanneman) | |
| Clashing with the public's frame | |
| I'm the one that's place in fame | |
| Legislature sets the stage | |
| Social slaves caught in my rage | |
| (lead: king) | |
| Administrative anarchy there's nothing | |
| You can do to me | |
| The world around you drifting to a | |
| Continental tomb you see | |
| Violence is my passion | |
| I will never be contained | |
| Living with aggression and its | |
| Everlasting reign |
| zuò qǔ : King | |
| music and lyrics: king | |
| This fucking country' s lost its grip | |
| Subconscious hold begins to slip | |
| The scales of justice tend to tip | |
| The legal system has no spine | |
| It' s corroding from inside | |
| Slap your hand you' ll do no time | |
| Reality on vacation | |
| All across a blinded nation | |
| Mentality under sedation | |
| Anyone can be set free | |
| On a technicality | |
| Explain the law again to me | |
| Here in 1994 | |
| Things are different than before | |
| Violence is what we adore | |
| Invitation to the game | |
| Guns and blades and media fame | |
| Every day more of the same | |
| Murder, mayhem, anarchy | |
| Now are all done legally | |
| Mastermind your killing spree | |
| Unafraid of punishment | |
| With a passive government | |
| There' s nothing for you to regret | |
| Nothing to regret | |
| Unimposing policy | |
| No enforcing ministry | |
| Gaping with judicial flaws | |
| Watching a fading nation crawl | |
| lead: hanneman | |
| Clashing with the public' s frame | |
| I' m the one that' s place in fame | |
| Legislature sets the stage | |
| Social slaves caught in my rage | |
| lead: king | |
| Administrative anarchy there' s nothing | |
| You can do to me | |
| The world around you drifting to a | |
| Continental tomb you see | |
| Violence is my passion | |
| I will never be contained | |
| Living with aggression and its | |
| Everlasting reign |