| Song | Final Hurrah |
| Artist | Paul Westerberg |
| Album | Suicaine Gratification |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Westerberg | |
| All of the sun | |
| That New York will allow | |
| Is taking one last bow and left | |
| Let's throw this night to the fuckin' wind | |
| Don't ever want to hear | |
| These words again | |
| If only we had | |
| I wish we did | |
| You're my latest last chance | |
| My final hurrah | |
| This day went so fast | |
| I barely even saw you | |
| Clap your hands | |
| And stamp your skinny wrists | |
| Cross me off your list in the sand | |
| And throw this night to the fuckin' wind | |
| I don't ever want to hear | |
| These words again | |
| If only we had | |
| I wish we did | |
| You're my latest last chance | |
| My final hurrah | |
| This day went so fast | |
| I barely even saw you writhe | |
| You barely even saw me cry | |
| I barely even saw you | |
| You're my latest last chance | |
| My final hurrah | |
| This day went so fast | |
| My final hurrah | |
| In your black satin pants | |
| My final hurrah | |
| My final hurrah | |
| My final hurrah | |
| My final hurrah |
| zuo ci : Westerberg | |
| All of the sun | |
| That New York will allow | |
| Is taking one last bow and left | |
| Let' s throw this night to the fuckin' wind | |
| Don' t ever want to hear | |
| These words again | |
| If only we had | |
| I wish we did | |
| You' re my latest last chance | |
| My final hurrah | |
| This day went so fast | |
| I barely even saw you | |
| Clap your hands | |
| And stamp your skinny wrists | |
| Cross me off your list in the sand | |
| And throw this night to the fuckin' wind | |
| I don' t ever want to hear | |
| These words again | |
| If only we had | |
| I wish we did | |
| You' re my latest last chance | |
| My final hurrah | |
| This day went so fast | |
| I barely even saw you writhe | |
| You barely even saw me cry | |
| I barely even saw you | |
| You' re my latest last chance | |
| My final hurrah | |
| This day went so fast | |
| My final hurrah | |
| In your black satin pants | |
| My final hurrah | |
| My final hurrah | |
| My final hurrah | |
| My final hurrah |
| zuò cí : Westerberg | |
| All of the sun | |
| That New York will allow | |
| Is taking one last bow and left | |
| Let' s throw this night to the fuckin' wind | |
| Don' t ever want to hear | |
| These words again | |
| If only we had | |
| I wish we did | |
| You' re my latest last chance | |
| My final hurrah | |
| This day went so fast | |
| I barely even saw you | |
| Clap your hands | |
| And stamp your skinny wrists | |
| Cross me off your list in the sand | |
| And throw this night to the fuckin' wind | |
| I don' t ever want to hear | |
| These words again | |
| If only we had | |
| I wish we did | |
| You' re my latest last chance | |
| My final hurrah | |
| This day went so fast | |
| I barely even saw you writhe | |
| You barely even saw me cry | |
| I barely even saw you | |
| You' re my latest last chance | |
| My final hurrah | |
| This day went so fast | |
| My final hurrah | |
| In your black satin pants | |
| My final hurrah | |
| My final hurrah | |
| My final hurrah | |
| My final hurrah |