| 歌曲 | Soul Auctioneer |
| 歌手 | Death in Vegas |
| 专辑 | Milk It: The Best Of Death In Vegas |
| 作词 : Fearless, Gillespie, Holmes | |
| The lynch mob be half from the infinite hole | |
| As judged in a size it's a executioner goes | |
| To crucify Venus in cinemascope | |
| The narcotic preachers are happy | |
| High priest the mesmorous, the soul auctioneer | |
| Sells scorpion tightropes while suffering on fear | |
| His necropolis uses the scourge of the queer | |
| He is married to the truth incinerator | |
| There are hands in my pockets pulling at my spine | |
| Eggs bearing insects hatching in my mind | |
| The stones in my shoes get sharper all the time | |
| In the soft sick underbelly, in the carcass of these times | |
| I fly in my head, leave terminal narcosis | |
| A poisoned mind will make you blind beware of Trojan horses | |
| A dead head, a blunt needle, | |
| You've broken your wings, you've lost your demon | |
| Drop the bomb, spread the virus | |
| Marxist priests teach defiance chase through violence | |
| There are hands in my pockets pulling at my spine | |
| Eggs bearing insects hatching in my mind | |
| The stones in my shoes get sharper all the time | |
| In the soft sick underbelly, in the carcass of these times | |
| You've broken your wings, you've lost your demon | |
| Broken your wings, you've lost your demon | |
| Broken your wings, you've lost your demon | |
| Demon, demon, demon, demon, demon | |
| You've broken your wings, you've lost your demon | |
| Broken your wings, you've lost your demon | |
| Broken your wings, you've lost your demon | |
| Demon, demon, demon, demon, demon |
| zuò cí : Fearless, Gillespie, Holmes | |
| The lynch mob be half from the infinite hole | |
| As judged in a size it' s a executioner goes | |
| To crucify Venus in cinemascope | |
| The narcotic preachers are happy | |
| High priest the mesmorous, the soul auctioneer | |
| Sells scorpion tightropes while suffering on fear | |
| His necropolis uses the scourge of the queer | |
| He is married to the truth incinerator | |
| There are hands in my pockets pulling at my spine | |
| Eggs bearing insects hatching in my mind | |
| The stones in my shoes get sharper all the time | |
| In the soft sick underbelly, in the carcass of these times | |
| I fly in my head, leave terminal narcosis | |
| A poisoned mind will make you blind beware of Trojan horses | |
| A dead head, a blunt needle, | |
| You' ve broken your wings, you' ve lost your demon | |
| Drop the bomb, spread the virus | |
| Marxist priests teach defiance chase through violence | |
| There are hands in my pockets pulling at my spine | |
| Eggs bearing insects hatching in my mind | |
| The stones in my shoes get sharper all the time | |
| In the soft sick underbelly, in the carcass of these times | |
| You' ve broken your wings, you' ve lost your demon | |
| Broken your wings, you' ve lost your demon | |
| Broken your wings, you' ve lost your demon | |
| Demon, demon, demon, demon, demon | |
| You' ve broken your wings, you' ve lost your demon | |
| Broken your wings, you' ve lost your demon | |
| Broken your wings, you' ve lost your demon | |
| Demon, demon, demon, demon, demon |