| Song | A Grand Scene For A Color Film |
| Artist | Norma Jean |
| Album | Birds And Microscopes And Bottles Of Elixirs And Raw Steak And A Bunch Of Songs |
| 作曲 : Norma Jean | |
| Return to sender, I've fallen off the hint of suggestion | |
| Unlearning the strange devices of the world | |
| Is this the end of the earth. Or something like it | |
| The great, the great universal coma has arrived | |
| We are holding our hands towards the sun | |
| Sit down, Come on sit down | |
| Let's break out the shotguns, we're going to town | |
| Return to sender, Carried straight from the womb to the grave | |
| Your eyes have been paled to emptiness | |
| All things have been carved out by the unceasing haunts of this | |
| The Great Manipulator | |
| The holding of our hands upwards and around the eclipsing sun | |
| Has become empty and automatic | |
| Sit down, Sit down, Come on sit down | |
| Let's break out the shotguns, we're going to town | |
| Let's break out the shotguns, we're going to town | |
| You've given us user friendly grenades, | |
| Just what are you trying to say? | |
| Just what are you trying to say? (8x) | |
| The holding of our hands upwards and around the eclipsing sun | |
| Has become empty and automatic | |
| Sit down, Sit down, Come on sit down | |
| Let's break out the shotguns, we're going to town |
| zuò qǔ : Norma Jean | |
| Return to sender, I' ve fallen off the hint of suggestion | |
| Unlearning the strange devices of the world | |
| Is this the end of the earth. Or something like it | |
| The great, the great universal coma has arrived | |
| We are holding our hands towards the sun | |
| Sit down, Come on sit down | |
| Let' s break out the shotguns, we' re going to town | |
| Return to sender, Carried straight from the womb to the grave | |
| Your eyes have been paled to emptiness | |
| All things have been carved out by the unceasing haunts of this | |
| The Great Manipulator | |
| The holding of our hands upwards and around the eclipsing sun | |
| Has become empty and automatic | |
| Sit down, Sit down, Come on sit down | |
| Let' s break out the shotguns, we' re going to town | |
| Let' s break out the shotguns, we' re going to town | |
| You' ve given us user friendly grenades, | |
| Just what are you trying to say? | |
| Just what are you trying to say? 8x | |
| The holding of our hands upwards and around the eclipsing sun | |
| Has become empty and automatic | |
| Sit down, Sit down, Come on sit down | |
| Let' s break out the shotguns, we' re going to town |