| Song | Ready, Willing, Cain and Able |
| Artist | The Paper Chase |
| Album | God Bless Your Black Heart |
| 作曲 : Congleton | |
| Heads up now they’re coming for you | |
| Slip to the basement, my how you’ve grown! | |
| Are you ready and willing? | |
| Are you are you… | |
| Cain and able? | |
| I’m 26 and time is running out | |
| Any day now | |
| I may find my faith to axe that door | |
| Cause you’ve gone and done it motherfucker | |
| They’re coming, they’re coming, they’re coming to get you | |
| Steering wheel in you lily-white hand | |
| Choke back the tear dear, aren’t you a big girl now? | |
| Throw you parties, throw you parades, throw you grenades | |
| While you blow me kisses with you bible belt hands | |
| I’ll turn this car around and take us home you’ll be sorry | |
| Don’t make me come down there little brother | |
| So where’s your love song now? | |
| Your cookie has crumbled, you sang very soulful thumbs down | |
| So where’s your four part | |
| Bach chorales? | |
| Your melody’s dying it’s bankrupt and lying down | |
| Heaven for climate, hell is for conversation |
| zuò qǔ : Congleton | |
| Heads up now they' re coming for you | |
| Slip to the basement, my how you' ve grown! | |
| Are you ready and willing? | |
| Are you are you | |
| Cain and able? | |
| I' m 26 and time is running out | |
| Any day now | |
| I may find my faith to axe that door | |
| Cause you' ve gone and done it motherfucker | |
| They' re coming, they' re coming, they' re coming to get you | |
| Steering wheel in you lilywhite hand | |
| Choke back the tear dear, aren' t you a big girl now? | |
| Throw you parties, throw you parades, throw you grenades | |
| While you blow me kisses with you bible belt hands | |
| I' ll turn this car around and take us home you' ll be sorry | |
| Don' t make me come down there little brother | |
| So where' s your love song now? | |
| Your cookie has crumbled, you sang very soulful thumbs down | |
| So where' s your four part | |
| Bach chorales? | |
| Your melody' s dying it' s bankrupt and lying down | |
| Heaven for climate, hell is for conversation |