| Song | Nüguns |
| Artist | System of a Down |
| Album | Steal This Album! |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Malakian, Tankian | |
| And the little boy stared, | |
| Into the eyes of the night, | |
| Button collects price of his time, | |
| Little girl glared, | |
| Sheets of the denial, | |
| The bullet connects to the price of her crime, | |
| What have we said, | |
| Wasn't it their bed, | |
| What of our presence, | |
| Haven't we paid penance, | |
| Now the little boy sees, | |
| Through the eyes of delight, | |
| Levers erect note of his rhyme, | |
| Little girl bled, | |
| Sheets of the night, | |
| The lovers connect to the price of his dime, | |
| What have we said, | |
| Wasn't it their bed, | |
| What of our presence, | |
| Haven't we paid penance, | |
| To the old gods and moved on, | |
| To the old gods and moved on, | |
| To the old gods and moved on, | |
| To the new guns, to the new guns | |
| What have we said, | |
| Wasn't it their bed, | |
| What of our presence, | |
| Haven't we paid penance, | |
| What have we said, | |
| Wasn't it their bed, | |
| What of our presence, | |
| Haven't we paid penance, | |
| To the old gods and moved on, | |
| To the old gods and moved on, | |
| To the old gods and moved on, | |
| To the new guns, to the new guns. |
| zuo ci : Malakian, Tankian | |
| And the little boy stared, | |
| Into the eyes of the night, | |
| Button collects price of his time, | |
| Little girl glared, | |
| Sheets of the denial, | |
| The bullet connects to the price of her crime, | |
| What have we said, | |
| Wasn' t it their bed, | |
| What of our presence, | |
| Haven' t we paid penance, | |
| Now the little boy sees, | |
| Through the eyes of delight, | |
| Levers erect note of his rhyme, | |
| Little girl bled, | |
| Sheets of the night, | |
| The lovers connect to the price of his dime, | |
| What have we said, | |
| Wasn' t it their bed, | |
| What of our presence, | |
| Haven' t we paid penance, | |
| To the old gods and moved on, | |
| To the old gods and moved on, | |
| To the old gods and moved on, | |
| To the new guns, to the new guns | |
| What have we said, | |
| Wasn' t it their bed, | |
| What of our presence, | |
| Haven' t we paid penance, | |
| What have we said, | |
| Wasn' t it their bed, | |
| What of our presence, | |
| Haven' t we paid penance, | |
| To the old gods and moved on, | |
| To the old gods and moved on, | |
| To the old gods and moved on, | |
| To the new guns, to the new guns. |
| zuò cí : Malakian, Tankian | |
| And the little boy stared, | |
| Into the eyes of the night, | |
| Button collects price of his time, | |
| Little girl glared, | |
| Sheets of the denial, | |
| The bullet connects to the price of her crime, | |
| What have we said, | |
| Wasn' t it their bed, | |
| What of our presence, | |
| Haven' t we paid penance, | |
| Now the little boy sees, | |
| Through the eyes of delight, | |
| Levers erect note of his rhyme, | |
| Little girl bled, | |
| Sheets of the night, | |
| The lovers connect to the price of his dime, | |
| What have we said, | |
| Wasn' t it their bed, | |
| What of our presence, | |
| Haven' t we paid penance, | |
| To the old gods and moved on, | |
| To the old gods and moved on, | |
| To the old gods and moved on, | |
| To the new guns, to the new guns | |
| What have we said, | |
| Wasn' t it their bed, | |
| What of our presence, | |
| Haven' t we paid penance, | |
| What have we said, | |
| Wasn' t it their bed, | |
| What of our presence, | |
| Haven' t we paid penance, | |
| To the old gods and moved on, | |
| To the old gods and moved on, | |
| To the old gods and moved on, | |
| To the new guns, to the new guns. |