| Song | The Rat Age |
| Artist | T Bone Burnett |
| Album | Tooth of Crime |
| 作曲 : Burnett | |
| I was conceived in a behavior station | |
| Light years from civilization | |
| I was born in oblivion | |
| Half Balinese half | |
| LibyanMy father was a vector | |
| My mother was a specter | |
| As earthmen battle for their skins | |
| I come down with the aliens | |
| Is this not the rat age | |
| The demented | |
| Photostat age | |
| The time of no room | |
| We've broken the genetic code | |
| And left it bleeding by the road | |
| Where murderers loom | |
| You've changed your face you've changed your scent | |
| You've even changed your fingerprint | |
| Image is anything | |
| But with all this electricity | |
| You can't change your publicity | |
| The lies the many sing | |
| Down in the greed plex | |
| Under a spike of light | |
| Stop at the slave port | |
| Enter the death resort | |
| No stimulation | |
| Nothing but mono thought | |
| Re simulation | |
| Depop but don't get caught | |
| I dream to surf the rodeocean | |
| Negotiate meaning with no emotion | |
| If the kill is clean your still got time | |
| To hone evil on the tooth of crime | |
| I'm sober on the grapes of wrath | |
| While running down the psycho path | |
| Is this not a cruel world | |
| Good morning little school girl | |
| It's the rat age. |
| zuò qǔ : Burnett | |
| I was conceived in a behavior station | |
| Light years from civilization | |
| I was born in oblivion | |
| Half Balinese half | |
| LibyanMy father was a vector | |
| My mother was a specter | |
| As earthmen battle for their skins | |
| I come down with the aliens | |
| Is this not the rat age | |
| The demented | |
| Photostat age | |
| The time of no room | |
| We' ve broken the genetic code | |
| And left it bleeding by the road | |
| Where murderers loom | |
| You' ve changed your face you' ve changed your scent | |
| You' ve even changed your fingerprint | |
| Image is anything | |
| But with all this electricity | |
| You can' t change your publicity | |
| The lies the many sing | |
| Down in the greed plex | |
| Under a spike of light | |
| Stop at the slave port | |
| Enter the death resort | |
| No stimulation | |
| Nothing but mono thought | |
| Re simulation | |
| Depop but don' t get caught | |
| I dream to surf the rodeocean | |
| Negotiate meaning with no emotion | |
| If the kill is clean your still got time | |
| To hone evil on the tooth of crime | |
| I' m sober on the grapes of wrath | |
| While running down the psycho path | |
| Is this not a cruel world | |
| Good morning little school girl | |
| It' s the rat age. |