| Song | Chemical Garden |
| Artist | Meat Puppets |
| Album | No Joke! |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Kirkwood | |
| Saw it in | |
| BrailleCome randomly pouring out | |
| In a wave of black ice | |
| And night time and then | |
| In a fast moving storm | |
| With singalong thunderclouds | |
| The soft explosion | |
| Of dayfall and then | |
| Orange and blue | |
| The fire is starting | |
| Shimmering through | |
| The chemical garden | |
| I am not alone | |
| Stumbling through | |
| The chemical garden | |
| Behind these black eyes | |
| A story is playing out | |
| Atop a cloudy hill | |
| The verdict is read | |
| On every lip the sound | |
| Of the feather falls | |
| A wave of nighttime's | |
| Electrical head | |
| Though I refuse to see | |
| I'm suddenly shown | |
| Cut through the sweetest parts | |
| To get to the bone |
| zuo ci : Kirkwood | |
| Saw it in | |
| BrailleCome randomly pouring out | |
| In a wave of black ice | |
| And night time and then | |
| In a fast moving storm | |
| With singalong thunderclouds | |
| The soft explosion | |
| Of dayfall and then | |
| Orange and blue | |
| The fire is starting | |
| Shimmering through | |
| The chemical garden | |
| I am not alone | |
| Stumbling through | |
| The chemical garden | |
| Behind these black eyes | |
| A story is playing out | |
| Atop a cloudy hill | |
| The verdict is read | |
| On every lip the sound | |
| Of the feather falls | |
| A wave of nighttime' s | |
| Electrical head | |
| Though I refuse to see | |
| I' m suddenly shown | |
| Cut through the sweetest parts | |
| To get to the bone |
| zuò cí : Kirkwood | |
| Saw it in | |
| BrailleCome randomly pouring out | |
| In a wave of black ice | |
| And night time and then | |
| In a fast moving storm | |
| With singalong thunderclouds | |
| The soft explosion | |
| Of dayfall and then | |
| Orange and blue | |
| The fire is starting | |
| Shimmering through | |
| The chemical garden | |
| I am not alone | |
| Stumbling through | |
| The chemical garden | |
| Behind these black eyes | |
| A story is playing out | |
| Atop a cloudy hill | |
| The verdict is read | |
| On every lip the sound | |
| Of the feather falls | |
| A wave of nighttime' s | |
| Electrical head | |
| Though I refuse to see | |
| I' m suddenly shown | |
| Cut through the sweetest parts | |
| To get to the bone |