| 歌曲 | Caving In |
| 歌手 | Bullets and Octane |
| 专辑 | In The Mouth Of The Young |
| It’s hard to say what’s real these days | |
| My mind can be a dangerous place | |
| She’s too naive for suicide | |
| But god I wish that bitch would die | |
| Give me, give me, give me, give me a reason | |
| Why every night | |
| I’m losing sleep | |
| God damn she’s on to me again | |
| Or maybe I had too much to drink | |
| You see I think | |
| I figured out | |
| I figured out as | |
| I was thinking | |
| How to stop her piercing voice | |
| From everything that she was stealing | |
| Get the gun, get the gun, get the gun | |
| Is all I’m hearing again and again you know | |
| I used to be such a hopeless man | |
| And she used to be such a sweet, sweet thing | |
| She’s too naive for suicide | |
| But god I wish that bitch would die | |
| Shot gun shells, yeah it’s alright | |
| The whiskey says, “ | |
| Let’s take her ****in’ life.” | |
| One thing | |
| I do remember | |
| Is that things never get better | |
| And I got to make the voices, make the voices for the maker | |
| Of the maker making voices, making voices | |
| Gotta make her, gotta, gotta make her stop | |
| Before my head comes caving in again | |
| You can walk this world all alone | |
| But I can still hear her, tearing me apart |
| It' s hard to say what' s real these days | |
| My mind can be a dangerous place | |
| She' s too naive for suicide | |
| But god I wish that bitch would die | |
| Give me, give me, give me, give me a reason | |
| Why every night | |
| I' m losing sleep | |
| God damn she' s on to me again | |
| Or maybe I had too much to drink | |
| You see I think | |
| I figured out | |
| I figured out as | |
| I was thinking | |
| How to stop her piercing voice | |
| From everything that she was stealing | |
| Get the gun, get the gun, get the gun | |
| Is all I' m hearing again and again you know | |
| I used to be such a hopeless man | |
| And she used to be such a sweet, sweet thing | |
| She' s too naive for suicide | |
| But god I wish that bitch would die | |
| Shot gun shells, yeah it' s alright | |
| The whiskey says, " | |
| Let' s take her in' life." | |
| One thing | |
| I do remember | |
| Is that things never get better | |
| And I got to make the voices, make the voices for the maker | |
| Of the maker making voices, making voices | |
| Gotta make her, gotta, gotta make her stop | |
| Before my head comes caving in again | |
| You can walk this world all alone | |
| But I can still hear her, tearing me apart |