| Song | Duct Tape |
| Artist | P.O.S. |
| Album | Ipecac Neat |
| 作曲 : Turbo Nemesis | |
| (First Verse) | |
| In fuzzy focus, he sees downtown | |
| A blue pick-up that's kinda rusted | |
| Mystery formed a process of pain with faces dusted | |
| Or a red cap to a crack vial in front of a crack pipe | |
| He sees a cat on it's last life | |
| A Father, never mistaken for a dad | |
| Never mistaken by a guy that never had | |
| He sees Heaven's fallen angel place a hand upon a mother | |
| and wipe the tears away | |
| Tell 'em it will be alright (alright!) | |
| So, sleep tight, cus sleep might | |
| Be the perfect escape for a man who leaves you in the night | |
| So, sleep soundly and sleep good | |
| It's the last words before he clips his wings for good | |
| Arch-Angelic, My chemical hard apprenticeship | |
| You can't learn to be outspoke by another marksman's shit. | |
| That's inherent | |
| It's build things or hop in the crosshairs. | |
| Hard to kill an Angel, that's apparent. | |
| (Chorus) | |
| Mama drinks pepsi, Papa drinks gin | |
| Papa gets drunk and a relationship begins | |
| Papa, lady, Liquor form a love that won't break | |
| Mama caught them cheating, it was too much to take | |
| Baby had an angel, baby had a dad | |
| Baby had nothing but a reason to be mad | |
| But Baby's got a Mama and a roll of duct tape | |
| and that's something, They got a love that won't break | |
| (Second Verse) | |
| Bringing it right back to the wrong fucking side of a man | |
| Bringing it right back to a psalm and a backhand | |
| A sad man, got up, waited by a trash can | |
| What is he? Five or six years old? | |
| There is no angel no more | |
| Just a Devil with a jones that he can't stand. | |
| A level pass high, passed by, he can't land. | |
| Last chance, Last chance, last possible second to advance. | |
| But you left him in the distance, nothing but resistance | |
| Nothing but pissed pants and anger | |
| How can you explain that you're dead when you're a stranger. | |
| You talk to it, you dodge bullets, thank god you're swift | |
| They cough up blood and choke on it | |
| You're not needed, you're not welcome back here in Minneapolis | |
| You're not worth shit, you're not worth shit, You're not worth shit | |
| Put that in your crack pipe and smoke it the fuck up | |
| Alright | |
| (Chorus) | |
| Mama drinks pepsi, Papa drinks gin | |
| Papa gets drunk and a relationship begins | |
| Papa, lady, Liquor form a love that won't break | |
| Mama caught them cheating, it was too much to take | |
| Baby had an angel, Baby had a dad | |
| Baby had nothing but a reason to be mad | |
| But Baby's got a Mama and a roll of duct tape | |
| And that's something, they got a love that won't break | |
| (Whispered Chorus) | |
| Drinks Pepsi, Drinks Gin | |
| Gets Drunk, Begins | |
| Papa, Lady, liquor form a love that won't break | |
| It's too much to take (to take) | |
| Had an Angel, had a Dad | |
| Baby had nothing but a reason to be mad | |
| and a roll of duct tape | |
| and that's something | |
| They got a love that won't break (won't break) | |
| (Modified Chorus and Outro) | |
| Mama drinks pepsi, Papa drinks gin | |
| Papa gets drunk and a relationship begins | |
| Papa, lady, Liquor form a love that won't break | |
| Mama caught them cheating, it was too much to take | |
| Baby had an angel, baby had a mom who could take the pain for him | |
| Duct Tape, Duct Tape, Duct Tape, Duct Tape | |
| Tape It, Tape it up, Tape it up, Tape it up, Duct Tape |
| zuò qǔ : Turbo Nemesis | |
| First Verse | |
| In fuzzy focus, he sees downtown | |
| A blue pickup that' s kinda rusted | |
| Mystery formed a process of pain with faces dusted | |
| Or a red cap to a crack vial in front of a crack pipe | |
| He sees a cat on it' s last life | |
| A Father, never mistaken for a dad | |
| Never mistaken by a guy that never had | |
| He sees Heaven' s fallen angel place a hand upon a mother | |
| and wipe the tears away | |
| Tell ' em it will be alright alright! | |
| So, sleep tight, cus sleep might | |
| Be the perfect escape for a man who leaves you in the night | |
| So, sleep soundly and sleep good | |
| It' s the last words before he clips his wings for good | |
| ArchAngelic, My chemical hard apprenticeship | |
| You can' t learn to be outspoke by another marksman' s shit. | |
| That' s inherent | |
| It' s build things or hop in the crosshairs. | |
| Hard to kill an Angel, that' s apparent. | |
| Chorus | |
| Mama drinks pepsi, Papa drinks gin | |
| Papa gets drunk and a relationship begins | |
| Papa, lady, Liquor form a love that won' t break | |
| Mama caught them cheating, it was too much to take | |
| Baby had an angel, baby had a dad | |
| Baby had nothing but a reason to be mad | |
| But Baby' s got a Mama and a roll of duct tape | |
| and that' s something, They got a love that won' t break | |
| Second Verse | |
| Bringing it right back to the wrong fucking side of a man | |
| Bringing it right back to a psalm and a backhand | |
| A sad man, got up, waited by a trash can | |
| What is he? Five or six years old? | |
| There is no angel no more | |
| Just a Devil with a jones that he can' t stand. | |
| A level pass high, passed by, he can' t land. | |
| Last chance, Last chance, last possible second to advance. | |
| But you left him in the distance, nothing but resistance | |
| Nothing but pissed pants and anger | |
| How can you explain that you' re dead when you' re a stranger. | |
| You talk to it, you dodge bullets, thank god you' re swift | |
| They cough up blood and choke on it | |
| You' re not needed, you' re not welcome back here in Minneapolis | |
| You' re not worth shit, you' re not worth shit, You' re not worth shit | |
| Put that in your crack pipe and smoke it the fuck up | |
| Alright | |
| Chorus | |
| Mama drinks pepsi, Papa drinks gin | |
| Papa gets drunk and a relationship begins | |
| Papa, lady, Liquor form a love that won' t break | |
| Mama caught them cheating, it was too much to take | |
| Baby had an angel, Baby had a dad | |
| Baby had nothing but a reason to be mad | |
| But Baby' s got a Mama and a roll of duct tape | |
| And that' s something, they got a love that won' t break | |
| Whispered Chorus | |
| Drinks Pepsi, Drinks Gin | |
| Gets Drunk, Begins | |
| Papa, Lady, liquor form a love that won' t break | |
| It' s too much to take to take | |
| Had an Angel, had a Dad | |
| Baby had nothing but a reason to be mad | |
| and a roll of duct tape | |
| and that' s something | |
| They got a love that won' t break won' t break | |
| Modified Chorus and Outro | |
| Mama drinks pepsi, Papa drinks gin | |
| Papa gets drunk and a relationship begins | |
| Papa, lady, Liquor form a love that won' t break | |
| Mama caught them cheating, it was too much to take | |
| Baby had an angel, baby had a mom who could take the pain for him | |
| Duct Tape, Duct Tape, Duct Tape, Duct Tape | |
| Tape It, Tape it up, Tape it up, Tape it up, Duct Tape |