| 歌曲 | Johnny Ripper |
| 歌手 | The Blood Brothers |
| 专辑 | Young Machetes |
| 作曲 : Blood Brothers | |
| twilight's million battered lips sleep in a house of fractured smiles. | |
| young love's clumsy fingertips are gonna find out for themselves. | |
| the birds keep on singing from the tops of trees, | |
| but the song's out of tune that drips from the breeze. | |
| there's a razor in the garden waiting for a delicate head. | |
| look out! | |
| look out! | |
| for diamonds sparkling where the trap doors swing into the bottom | |
| of a cold misery full of insults to add to your collection, | |
| parking lots dangling from your diction, daydreams bobbing in a shattered sea. | |
| look out! | |
| look out! | |
| for sirens dancing where the nooses swing from gutted branches | |
| of your fantasies full of insults falling from your ceiling, | |
| motels where you're f**king without feeling, daydreams bobbing in a shattered sea. | |
| fake leaves shake like deceit on your tongue. | |
| desperate mothers devoured by young. | |
| hold on to love you learned to despise like an ocean choking on its own tide. | |
| there's a razor in the garden waiting to cut through your seams. | |
| look out! | |
| look out! | |
| the dull years drag the best days of your life through asphalt | |
| and glass while summer's favorite fathers birthing next year's deadbeat dads. | |
| let's tack up another eviction note to matrimony's throbbing throat | |
| stuffed with songs from a synthetic past, | |
| silver clouds and artifacts full of insults to add to your collection, | |
| parking lots dangling from your diction, daydreams bobbing in a shattered sea. |
| zuò qǔ : Blood Brothers | |
| twilight' s million battered lips sleep in a house of fractured smiles. | |
| young love' s clumsy fingertips are gonna find out for themselves. | |
| the birds keep on singing from the tops of trees, | |
| but the song' s out of tune that drips from the breeze. | |
| there' s a razor in the garden waiting for a delicate head. | |
| look out! | |
| look out! | |
| for diamonds sparkling where the trap doors swing into the bottom | |
| of a cold misery full of insults to add to your collection, | |
| parking lots dangling from your diction, daydreams bobbing in a shattered sea. | |
| look out! | |
| look out! | |
| for sirens dancing where the nooses swing from gutted branches | |
| of your fantasies full of insults falling from your ceiling, | |
| motels where you' re f king without feeling, daydreams bobbing in a shattered sea. | |
| fake leaves shake like deceit on your tongue. | |
| desperate mothers devoured by young. | |
| hold on to love you learned to despise like an ocean choking on its own tide. | |
| there' s a razor in the garden waiting to cut through your seams. | |
| look out! | |
| look out! | |
| the dull years drag the best days of your life through asphalt | |
| and glass while summer' s favorite fathers birthing next year' s deadbeat dads. | |
| let' s tack up another eviction note to matrimony' s throbbing throat | |
| stuffed with songs from a synthetic past, | |
| silver clouds and artifacts full of insults to add to your collection, | |
| parking lots dangling from your diction, daydreams bobbing in a shattered sea. |