| 歌曲 | I've Tried Subtlety |
| 歌手 | Game Theory |
| 专辑 | Big Shot Chronicles |
| 作词 : Miller | |
| All the kids from 916 came down | |
| And were misdirected trying to find the grounds | |
| The Regency Hotel | |
| Prom royals eyeing adult-life means to excel | |
| Down into the city-planning flats | |
| Near Victoria Park a block they gathered at | |
| Old masters on the door | |
| Re-styled to stand for some political reform | |
| Under-civilized time, older-siblingized crime | |
| And my car got stripped to the frame | |
| And well it feels about the same | |
| Lots of distance gone in vain | |
| And darlings this one is for you | |
| I've tried subtlety before but I will not anymore | |
| For some looking down surveillance vans | |
| M.I.T. grad alley cats with time on their hands | |
| Oh sergeant, I'm sorry | |
| In my line of work they don't teach no courtesy | |
| Gifted children link your arms in rhyme | |
| Better make this world while still it gives you time | |
| Oh will you look so vain | |
| Left to the purging jets like garbage in the rain | |
| Wish I could with someone what I do alone | |
| Should I just stay at home? | |
| Should I just make the whole thing up as I go? | |
| But what do I really know? | |
| Lots of quickness now turned slow | |
| And darlings this one is for you | |
| I've tried subtlety before but I will not anymore |
| zuò cí : Miller | |
| All the kids from 916 came down | |
| And were misdirected trying to find the grounds | |
| The Regency Hotel | |
| Prom royals eyeing adultlife means to excel | |
| Down into the cityplanning flats | |
| Near Victoria Park a block they gathered at | |
| Old masters on the door | |
| Restyled to stand for some political reform | |
| Undercivilized time, oldersiblingized crime | |
| And my car got stripped to the frame | |
| And well it feels about the same | |
| Lots of distance gone in vain | |
| And darlings this one is for you | |
| I' ve tried subtlety before but I will not anymore | |
| For some looking down surveillance vans | |
| M. I. T. grad alley cats with time on their hands | |
| Oh sergeant, I' m sorry | |
| In my line of work they don' t teach no courtesy | |
| Gifted children link your arms in rhyme | |
| Better make this world while still it gives you time | |
| Oh will you look so vain | |
| Left to the purging jets like garbage in the rain | |
| Wish I could with someone what I do alone | |
| Should I just stay at home? | |
| Should I just make the whole thing up as I go? | |
| But what do I really know? | |
| Lots of quickness now turned slow | |
| And darlings this one is for you | |
| I' ve tried subtlety before but I will not anymore |