| Song | William Blake Overdrive |
| Artist | A Wilhelm Scream |
| Album | Mute Print |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Angelini, Levesque, Pereira ... | |
| I will make myself, a mile from the racetrack, drag my losses home. | |
| It kills me not come back. | |
| And we float with parasites all our lives. | |
| There's me with the geriatrics at the slot machines. | |
| There's me, the embodiment of how slow life can be. | |
| There's me. | |
| Their dead eyes are glowing. | |
| Mine are always shut. | |
| I passed out on the road, just hours from the racetrack. | |
| I saw Lamotta raise a toast. | |
| He said "you got me with the right jab." | |
| And we float with parasites all our lives with this advice: we learn until we're dead. | |
| Be losers til your sanguine thoughts subside. | |
| We learn until we're dead. | |
| A falling dream's not just a morbid sign. | |
| It's opportunity. | |
| These days | |
| I find beauty as depressing as years beyond my time. | |
| If you could make this old heart young again | |
| I'd find another topic to drone on, a more fashionable vice to lean on. | |
| Some better words to speak on that escaped my younger form. | |
| But there's me with the geriatrics at the slot machines. | |
| There's me. | |
| The embodiment of how slow life can be. | |
| There's me. | |
| Short of imposing, please be involved. | |
| Can I stop imploding at every obstacle thrown on me? | |
| Imply this is only a prettier glimpse of a life so ugly that's mine. |
| zuo qu : Angelini, Levesque, Pereira ... | |
| I will make myself, a mile from the racetrack, drag my losses home. | |
| It kills me not come back. | |
| And we float with parasites all our lives. | |
| There' s me with the geriatrics at the slot machines. | |
| There' s me, the embodiment of how slow life can be. | |
| There' s me. | |
| Their dead eyes are glowing. | |
| Mine are always shut. | |
| I passed out on the road, just hours from the racetrack. | |
| I saw Lamotta raise a toast. | |
| He said " you got me with the right jab." | |
| And we float with parasites all our lives with this advice: we learn until we' re dead. | |
| Be losers til your sanguine thoughts subside. | |
| We learn until we' re dead. | |
| A falling dream' s not just a morbid sign. | |
| It' s opportunity. | |
| These days | |
| I find beauty as depressing as years beyond my time. | |
| If you could make this old heart young again | |
| I' d find another topic to drone on, a more fashionable vice to lean on. | |
| Some better words to speak on that escaped my younger form. | |
| But there' s me with the geriatrics at the slot machines. | |
| There' s me. | |
| The embodiment of how slow life can be. | |
| There' s me. | |
| Short of imposing, please be involved. | |
| Can I stop imploding at every obstacle thrown on me? | |
| Imply this is only a prettier glimpse of a life so ugly that' s mine. |
| zuò qǔ : Angelini, Levesque, Pereira ... | |
| I will make myself, a mile from the racetrack, drag my losses home. | |
| It kills me not come back. | |
| And we float with parasites all our lives. | |
| There' s me with the geriatrics at the slot machines. | |
| There' s me, the embodiment of how slow life can be. | |
| There' s me. | |
| Their dead eyes are glowing. | |
| Mine are always shut. | |
| I passed out on the road, just hours from the racetrack. | |
| I saw Lamotta raise a toast. | |
| He said " you got me with the right jab." | |
| And we float with parasites all our lives with this advice: we learn until we' re dead. | |
| Be losers til your sanguine thoughts subside. | |
| We learn until we' re dead. | |
| A falling dream' s not just a morbid sign. | |
| It' s opportunity. | |
| These days | |
| I find beauty as depressing as years beyond my time. | |
| If you could make this old heart young again | |
| I' d find another topic to drone on, a more fashionable vice to lean on. | |
| Some better words to speak on that escaped my younger form. | |
| But there' s me with the geriatrics at the slot machines. | |
| There' s me. | |
| The embodiment of how slow life can be. | |
| There' s me. | |
| Short of imposing, please be involved. | |
| Can I stop imploding at every obstacle thrown on me? | |
| Imply this is only a prettier glimpse of a life so ugly that' s mine. |