| 歌曲 | Flight of the Paper Pilots |
| 歌手 | Hallelujah the Hills |
| 专辑 | Colonial Drones |
| 作曲 : Walsh | |
| jammed by these satellite signals | |
| our path now encumbered by clouds | |
| our secret plans spoken out loud | |
| the devil's in the details but | |
| no one really knew that till now | |
| you've got Everett wearing x-ray glasses | |
| trying to get off in the sand | |
| while Casey makes a map of the land | |
| we get beat up and punched out | |
| beat up and punched out | |
| beat up and punched out | |
| yeah, we almost get gone | |
| all I need are 8 cups of coffee | |
| some beer and my cigarettes | |
| we'll steer the ship towards the rocky inlets | |
| behold the cargo in the water, an ocean full of country duets | |
| kill me, Captain Courage, I love you | |
| but my paper pilots are caught in a trap | |
| and nothing's gonna bring them back | |
| so the obits in the paper detail everything | |
| that slips through the cracks | |
| treat me like the probation officer you never had | |
| i'll get you work in a book-binding warehouse | |
| but if you fall across the wayside I really can't | |
| be called to repeat what I once screamed | |
| all these pilots becoming part of my life | |
| as my old self goes under the knife | |
| the doctor says don't worry, 'cause | |
| I know this procedure like I know the back of my wife | |
| And that's pretty damn well | |
| jammed by these satellite signals | |
| our path now encumbered by clouds | |
| our secret plans spoken out loud | |
| yeah, the devil's in the details but | |
| no one really knew that till now | |
| you're gonna live | |
| I'm gonna die |
| zuò qǔ : Walsh | |
| jammed by these satellite signals | |
| our path now encumbered by clouds | |
| our secret plans spoken out loud | |
| the devil' s in the details but | |
| no one really knew that till now | |
| you' ve got Everett wearing xray glasses | |
| trying to get off in the sand | |
| while Casey makes a map of the land | |
| we get beat up and punched out | |
| beat up and punched out | |
| beat up and punched out | |
| yeah, we almost get gone | |
| all I need are 8 cups of coffee | |
| some beer and my cigarettes | |
| we' ll steer the ship towards the rocky inlets | |
| behold the cargo in the water, an ocean full of country duets | |
| kill me, Captain Courage, I love you | |
| but my paper pilots are caught in a trap | |
| and nothing' s gonna bring them back | |
| so the obits in the paper detail everything | |
| that slips through the cracks | |
| treat me like the probation officer you never had | |
| i' ll get you work in a bookbinding warehouse | |
| but if you fall across the wayside I really can' t | |
| be called to repeat what I once screamed | |
| all these pilots becoming part of my life | |
| as my old self goes under the knife | |
| the doctor says don' t worry, ' cause | |
| I know this procedure like I know the back of my wife | |
| And that' s pretty damn well | |
| jammed by these satellite signals | |
| our path now encumbered by clouds | |
| our secret plans spoken out loud | |
| yeah, the devil' s in the details but | |
| no one really knew that till now | |
| you' re gonna live | |
| I' m gonna die |