| Song | Queen-Sized Tomb |
| Artist | Shivaree |
| Album | Rough Dreams |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Parsley | |
| Looks like somebody got murdered | |
| That's the way it looks around here | |
| I shouldn't wait for you | |
| I think it's too late for you | |
| Too many toxic tantrums | |
| Have watered down my fear | |
| Too much of your thunder | |
| Killed all my wonder for you | |
| And it's a queen sized tomb | |
| Me in my water-stained room | |
| Alone with my ends and adds | |
| Associating with the gods on my walls | |
| While you fear up portraits | |
| And forward all my calls to the moon | |
| I guess it's coming down soon | |
| Looks like some nasty weather | |
| Blew into the neighborhood | |
| Funny it was so blue | |
| I guess it followed you | |
| Well you ripped off my conclusions | |
| Like a twisted robin hood | |
| And I'm not afraid of you | |
| I'm only delayed by you | |
| And it's a queen sized tomb | |
| And the words drip from your lips like glimmering jewels | |
| And thecongregation weeps while you plagiarize the fools | |
| Ain't it a shame | |
| Nobody's got to leave home to find someone to blame |
| zuo ci : Parsley | |
| Looks like somebody got murdered | |
| That' s the way it looks around here | |
| I shouldn' t wait for you | |
| I think it' s too late for you | |
| Too many toxic tantrums | |
| Have watered down my fear | |
| Too much of your thunder | |
| Killed all my wonder for you | |
| And it' s a queen sized tomb | |
| Me in my waterstained room | |
| Alone with my ends and adds | |
| Associating with the gods on my walls | |
| While you fear up portraits | |
| And forward all my calls to the moon | |
| I guess it' s coming down soon | |
| Looks like some nasty weather | |
| Blew into the neighborhood | |
| Funny it was so blue | |
| I guess it followed you | |
| Well you ripped off my conclusions | |
| Like a twisted robin hood | |
| And I' m not afraid of you | |
| I' m only delayed by you | |
| And it' s a queen sized tomb | |
| And the words drip from your lips like glimmering jewels | |
| And thecongregation weeps while you plagiarize the fools | |
| Ain' t it a shame | |
| Nobody' s got to leave home to find someone to blame |
| zuò cí : Parsley | |
| Looks like somebody got murdered | |
| That' s the way it looks around here | |
| I shouldn' t wait for you | |
| I think it' s too late for you | |
| Too many toxic tantrums | |
| Have watered down my fear | |
| Too much of your thunder | |
| Killed all my wonder for you | |
| And it' s a queen sized tomb | |
| Me in my waterstained room | |
| Alone with my ends and adds | |
| Associating with the gods on my walls | |
| While you fear up portraits | |
| And forward all my calls to the moon | |
| I guess it' s coming down soon | |
| Looks like some nasty weather | |
| Blew into the neighborhood | |
| Funny it was so blue | |
| I guess it followed you | |
| Well you ripped off my conclusions | |
| Like a twisted robin hood | |
| And I' m not afraid of you | |
| I' m only delayed by you | |
| And it' s a queen sized tomb | |
| And the words drip from your lips like glimmering jewels | |
| And thecongregation weeps while you plagiarize the fools | |
| Ain' t it a shame | |
| Nobody' s got to leave home to find someone to blame |