| Song | O.D.H.G.A.B.F.E. |
| Artist | Lamb of God |
| Album | Hourglass: the Ultimate Anthology |
| 作曲 : Lamb of God | |
| Hate | |
| Falling three feet to the ground | |
| Face down on the cold floor of a well-oiled SF pigsty | |
| I met my one true love | |
| Feel youth crushed somewhere between concrete and boot | |
| Another victim of the lower hate | |
| You are not my god | |
| You think this is funny, don't you pig? | |
| How the helpless freak squirms | |
| Beneath our state sanctioned soles | |
| But what is he laughing at? | |
| There was nothing padded about a wagon full of mace | |
| Rotator cuff hyper extends behind my back | |
| Ribs cracking beneath a rain of sticks and heels | |
| Falling down like the rain outside | |
| Oh yeah bitch, I'm gonna remember | |
| Your face, your name, your number | |
| And when I crawl out of this hole | |
| I'm going to make you all mine | |
| Auschwitz Kent State Chi-Town 68 Tianamen Waco |
| zuò qǔ : Lamb of God | |
| Hate | |
| Falling three feet to the ground | |
| Face down on the cold floor of a welloiled SF pigsty | |
| I met my one true love | |
| Feel youth crushed somewhere between concrete and boot | |
| Another victim of the lower hate | |
| You are not my god | |
| You think this is funny, don' t you pig? | |
| How the helpless freak squirms | |
| Beneath our state sanctioned soles | |
| But what is he laughing at? | |
| There was nothing padded about a wagon full of mace | |
| Rotator cuff hyper extends behind my back | |
| Ribs cracking beneath a rain of sticks and heels | |
| Falling down like the rain outside | |
| Oh yeah bitch, I' m gonna remember | |
| Your face, your name, your number | |
| And when I crawl out of this hole | |
| I' m going to make you all mine | |
| Auschwitz Kent State ChiTown 68 Tianamen Waco |