| 作曲 : Bleach | |
| I search for the truth, | |
| I find no luck | |
| I search for solace in my friend the rock | |
| And I have a friend on the telephone | |
| A crystal and some cash and my tomorrow's known | |
| Cross my legs and | |
| I am oneWith what | |
| I was or I am to become | |
| And I have the stars and some pixie dust | |
| Oh, and Elvis nights on | |
| Thursday and it's a must | |
| Have your every thought just possibly | |
| Your ideals are a twisted philosophy | |
| By a man in a suit who loves currency | |
| Or a woman who is called instability |
| zuo qu : Bleach | |
| I search for the truth, | |
| I find no luck | |
| I search for solace in my friend the rock | |
| And I have a friend on the telephone | |
| A crystal and some cash and my tomorrow' s known | |
| Cross my legs and | |
| I am oneWith what | |
| I was or I am to become | |
| And I have the stars and some pixie dust | |
| Oh, and Elvis nights on | |
| Thursday and it' s a must | |
| Have your every thought just possibly | |
| Your ideals are a twisted philosophy | |
| By a man in a suit who loves currency | |
| Or a woman who is called instability |
| zuò qǔ : Bleach | |
| I search for the truth, | |
| I find no luck | |
| I search for solace in my friend the rock | |
| And I have a friend on the telephone | |
| A crystal and some cash and my tomorrow' s known | |
| Cross my legs and | |
| I am oneWith what | |
| I was or I am to become | |
| And I have the stars and some pixie dust | |
| Oh, and Elvis nights on | |
| Thursday and it' s a must | |
| Have your every thought just possibly | |
| Your ideals are a twisted philosophy | |
| By a man in a suit who loves currency | |
| Or a woman who is called instability |