| 歌曲 | The Might Come Back Club |
| 歌手 | Hallelujah the Hills |
| 专辑 | Colonial Drones |
| 作曲 : Walsh | |
| collect your cobwebs | |
| saw off your antlers | |
| between blizzards we are free | |
| the front lawn's hosting the strangest vine growth | |
| that will in time entangle all we see | |
| devastating news-hype hand delivered | |
| via secret hymns | |
| The Might Come Back Club's | |
| rites of recall are etched out on the bones of these limbs | |
| open your kimono you hassle magnet | |
| let me see what all the kids are killing for | |
| consulting the Fates from far the northern states | |
| with escape routes scrawled on their back doors | |
| fanatics follow the freedom of fandom | |
| hitting straw men with plastic swords | |
| rip up the floor boards | |
| and find what they've come for | |
| you're a guest they'll begrudgingly endure | |
| I was in the kitchen with the grieving uncle | |
| and a drinking game that only he played | |
| so in tender spirits he climbed up on the rooftop | |
| to chant for the chariot brigade | |
| To our amazement | |
| out came the horses | |
| who's in charge? hell if I know | |
| The Might Come Back Club's rules of order | |
| say in this case we must row | |
| so start rowing. | |
| row! |
| zuò qǔ : Walsh | |
| collect your cobwebs | |
| saw off your antlers | |
| between blizzards we are free | |
| the front lawn' s hosting the strangest vine growth | |
| that will in time entangle all we see | |
| devastating newshype hand delivered | |
| via secret hymns | |
| The Might Come Back Club' s | |
| rites of recall are etched out on the bones of these limbs | |
| open your kimono you hassle magnet | |
| let me see what all the kids are killing for | |
| consulting the Fates from far the northern states | |
| with escape routes scrawled on their back doors | |
| fanatics follow the freedom of fandom | |
| hitting straw men with plastic swords | |
| rip up the floor boards | |
| and find what they' ve come for | |
| you' re a guest they' ll begrudgingly endure | |
| I was in the kitchen with the grieving uncle | |
| and a drinking game that only he played | |
| so in tender spirits he climbed up on the rooftop | |
| to chant for the chariot brigade | |
| To our amazement | |
| out came the horses | |
| who' s in charge? hell if I know | |
| The Might Come Back Club' s rules of order | |
| say in this case we must row | |
| so start rowing. | |
| row! |