| Song | Buckingham Rabbit |
| Artist | Silver Jews |
| Album | American Water |
| 作词 : Berman | |
| Back then I had a Buckingham rabbit | |
| I'd been lonely since she found Christ | |
| Now is the time to depend on the law | |
| The nights of my professional life | |
| It's the nights of my professional life | |
| I was living in a very young city | |
| Grand piano, great lakes goodbye | |
| If you ask me my name, it's high-low-jack in the game | |
| I can track a single bee to the hive | |
| Every single game was a blowout | |
| And the NASCAR blurred into porn | |
| Scenic this, scenic that, don't fall for the traps | |
| Of the man who was never born | |
| The man who was never born | |
| And so the rent became whiskey | |
| And then my life became risky | |
| And so the rent became whiskey, whiskey | |
| Shattered dogs on the rocks | |
| At the back of the bar there's a couch | |
| Where the lonely people go and lie | |
| They talk to the honky tonk psychiatrist | |
| Into the wee hours of the night | |
| Into the wee hours of the night | |
| The factory's on muscle relaxers | |
| The pine perfume of hilltown floors | |
| The lover, the thinker, the talker, the singer | |
| Won't be lucid for her anymore | |
| Won't be lucid for her anymore | |
| And so the rent became whiskey | |
| And then my life became risky | |
| And so the rent became whiskey, whiskey | |
| Shattered dogs on the rocks, shattered dogs on the rocks | |
| When you know how I feel I feel better | |
| When you're fifteen you want to look poor | |
| You do unto others and run like a mother | |
| I don't want to look poor anymore | |
| No, I don't want to look poor anymore | |
| Jesus in a runaway shelter | |
| Said "The deaf have pictures of you" | |
| From the digital fountains to the analog mountains | |
| Let the mirror express the room | |
| Let the mirror express the room |
| zuò cí : Berman | |
| Back then I had a Buckingham rabbit | |
| I' d been lonely since she found Christ | |
| Now is the time to depend on the law | |
| The nights of my professional life | |
| It' s the nights of my professional life | |
| I was living in a very young city | |
| Grand piano, great lakes goodbye | |
| If you ask me my name, it' s highlowjack in the game | |
| I can track a single bee to the hive | |
| Every single game was a blowout | |
| And the NASCAR blurred into porn | |
| Scenic this, scenic that, don' t fall for the traps | |
| Of the man who was never born | |
| The man who was never born | |
| And so the rent became whiskey | |
| And then my life became risky | |
| And so the rent became whiskey, whiskey | |
| Shattered dogs on the rocks | |
| At the back of the bar there' s a couch | |
| Where the lonely people go and lie | |
| They talk to the honky tonk psychiatrist | |
| Into the wee hours of the night | |
| Into the wee hours of the night | |
| The factory' s on muscle relaxers | |
| The pine perfume of hilltown floors | |
| The lover, the thinker, the talker, the singer | |
| Won' t be lucid for her anymore | |
| Won' t be lucid for her anymore | |
| And so the rent became whiskey | |
| And then my life became risky | |
| And so the rent became whiskey, whiskey | |
| Shattered dogs on the rocks, shattered dogs on the rocks | |
| When you know how I feel I feel better | |
| When you' re fifteen you want to look poor | |
| You do unto others and run like a mother | |
| I don' t want to look poor anymore | |
| No, I don' t want to look poor anymore | |
| Jesus in a runaway shelter | |
| Said " The deaf have pictures of you" | |
| From the digital fountains to the analog mountains | |
| Let the mirror express the room | |
| Let the mirror express the room |