| 歌曲 | The Air-Conditioned Nightmare |
| 歌手 | Mr. Bungle |
| 专辑 | California |
| 作词 : McKinnon, Patton | |
| Inside of me today | |
| There is no one | |
| Only asteroids and empty space | |
| A waste... | |
| They're looking through the windows at me... | |
| Get me out of this air-conditioned nightmare | |
| Rots your brain just like a catchy tune, yeah | |
| You will hate life more than life hates you | |
| Happiness is your illness in an air-conditioned nightmare... | |
| Burn all your mementos of me... | |
| Get me out of this air-conditioned nightmare | |
| Rots your brain just like a catchy tune, yeah | |
| You will hate life more than life hates you | |
| Happiness is your illness in an air-conditioned nightmare | |
| Walkin' on air | |
| Up from the wheelchair | |
| I'll find the suicide | |
| That I deserve | |
| Walkin' on sand | |
| Forgotten where | |
| I amBut it's so comfortable | |
| Here in the sun... | |
| I only see rainbows | |
| Now that the bandages are gone | |
| Through my window, there | |
| From the skyscrapers | |
| Down to the submarines | |
| Birds and fairies | |
| Sanctuaries | |
| Atop the rolling hills of hell | |
| These words are sledgehammers | |
| Of truthThat pound the iron heart | |
| Of sinBloody smiling | |
| Vandalizing | |
| My wet dream is drying up... | |
| Walkin' on air | |
| Up from the wheelchair | |
| I'll find the suicide | |
| That I deserve | |
| Walkin' on sand | |
| Forgotten where | |
| I amBut it's so comfortable | |
| Here in the sun... | |
| Where's my rainbow? | |
| Where's my halo? | |
| There's my halo! |
| zuò cí : McKinnon, Patton | |
| Inside of me today | |
| There is no one | |
| Only asteroids and empty space | |
| A waste... | |
| They' re looking through the windows at me... | |
| Get me out of this airconditioned nightmare | |
| Rots your brain just like a catchy tune, yeah | |
| You will hate life more than life hates you | |
| Happiness is your illness in an airconditioned nightmare... | |
| Burn all your mementos of me... | |
| Get me out of this airconditioned nightmare | |
| Rots your brain just like a catchy tune, yeah | |
| You will hate life more than life hates you | |
| Happiness is your illness in an airconditioned nightmare | |
| Walkin' on air | |
| Up from the wheelchair | |
| I' ll find the suicide | |
| That I deserve | |
| Walkin' on sand | |
| Forgotten where | |
| I amBut it' s so comfortable | |
| Here in the sun... | |
| I only see rainbows | |
| Now that the bandages are gone | |
| Through my window, there | |
| From the skyscrapers | |
| Down to the submarines | |
| Birds and fairies | |
| Sanctuaries | |
| Atop the rolling hills of hell | |
| These words are sledgehammers | |
| Of truthThat pound the iron heart | |
| Of sinBloody smiling | |
| Vandalizing | |
| My wet dream is drying up... | |
| Walkin' on air | |
| Up from the wheelchair | |
| I' ll find the suicide | |
| That I deserve | |
| Walkin' on sand | |
| Forgotten where | |
| I amBut it' s so comfortable | |
| Here in the sun... | |
| Where' s my rainbow? | |
| Where' s my halo? | |
| There' s my halo! |