| Song | Digit |
| Artist | Echobelly |
| Album | People Are Expensive |
| 作词 : Johansson, Madan | |
| Spread the seed and multiply | |
| There's no disease, the human race is digital | |
| Pacified by fluoride, genetically modified | |
| Is it genocide? | |
| Burger bar where slaughter chars | |
| They pay the rent, they pay the rent | |
| So it's alright? | |
| Do you know why? | |
| Do you know why? | |
| They claim it all | |
| They claim it all | |
| They claim it all | |
| And they claim you | |
| Now we're coming round to the sucker | |
| Picking pockets in the rat race | |
| Spitting at the wrong face | |
| Any dream they can buy again, | |
| Make them come again | |
| So they can turn it all into a sale again | |
| And here am I | |
| Snorting incense in a backroom | |
| Sitting in a vacuum | |
| Falling apart at the seam again | |
| Till I'm numb again | |
| Close the door onto a silent end | |
| There must be something more than this | |
| There must be something more than this | |
| Are we coming down to the sound | |
| Of 8 billion on a bad day? | |
| Maybe later on we're | |
| Gonna find out the hard way | |
| Someday | |
| Is it too late? Too late? | |
| There must be something more than this | |
| There must be something more than this |
| zuò cí : Johansson, Madan | |
| Spread the seed and multiply | |
| There' s no disease, the human race is digital | |
| Pacified by fluoride, genetically modified | |
| Is it genocide? | |
| Burger bar where slaughter chars | |
| They pay the rent, they pay the rent | |
| So it' s alright? | |
| Do you know why? | |
| Do you know why? | |
| They claim it all | |
| They claim it all | |
| They claim it all | |
| And they claim you | |
| Now we' re coming round to the sucker | |
| Picking pockets in the rat race | |
| Spitting at the wrong face | |
| Any dream they can buy again, | |
| Make them come again | |
| So they can turn it all into a sale again | |
| And here am I | |
| Snorting incense in a backroom | |
| Sitting in a vacuum | |
| Falling apart at the seam again | |
| Till I' m numb again | |
| Close the door onto a silent end | |
| There must be something more than this | |
| There must be something more than this | |
| Are we coming down to the sound | |
| Of 8 billion on a bad day? | |
| Maybe later on we' re | |
| Gonna find out the hard way | |
| Someday | |
| Is it too late? Too late? | |
| There must be something more than this | |
| There must be something more than this |