| 歌曲 | Hard Pig |
| 歌手 | Paw |
| 专辑 | Dragline |
| 作词 : Fitch, Hennessy | |
| Get in the car boy. | |
| 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 | |
| Light and motion | |
| Empty highway | |
| Moving forward | |
| Feeling my weight | |
| 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 | |
| Sound and tension | |
| Teaching me time | |
| Holdin' me down | |
| Breaking my ass | |
| There is no light | |
| There is no light | |
| Death is the hard song | |
| There is no light | |
| Death is the hard song. | |
| Why make me a sinner when i do just what you say? | |
| Why call me a killer if i give myself away? | |
| I give up | |
| 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 | |
| I am reborn | |
| Feeling new weight | |
| I'm born of motion | |
| Born of hate | |
| There is no wrong | |
| There is no right | |
| There is no light | |
| Death is the hard song | |
| Why make me a sinner when i do just what you say? | |
| Why call me a killer if i give myself away? | |
| Why make me a sinner when i do just what you say? | |
| Why call me a killer if i give myself away? | |
| I slam in sideways through the door. | |
| Sleek, but not sober. | |
| Something in me open, unfinished. | |
| I pull the sheet back off your unconscious form. | |
| Shed the liquor from my coke bottle. | |
| I get what i came for. | |
| I find closure, i achieve ( ? ) | |
| I take the matches from my pocket. | |
| Yeah, i strike one. | |
| I count to ten. | |
| And i let the matches fall. | |
| I let the matches fall. | |
| I'm a hard pig... |
| zuò cí : Fitch, Hennessy | |
| Get in the car boy. | |
| 1 2 3 4 | |
| Light and motion | |
| Empty highway | |
| Moving forward | |
| Feeling my weight | |
| 1 2 3 4 | |
| Sound and tension | |
| Teaching me time | |
| Holdin' me down | |
| Breaking my ass | |
| There is no light | |
| There is no light | |
| Death is the hard song | |
| There is no light | |
| Death is the hard song. | |
| Why make me a sinner when i do just what you say? | |
| Why call me a killer if i give myself away? | |
| I give up | |
| 1 2 3 4 | |
| I am reborn | |
| Feeling new weight | |
| I' m born of motion | |
| Born of hate | |
| There is no wrong | |
| There is no right | |
| There is no light | |
| Death is the hard song | |
| Why make me a sinner when i do just what you say? | |
| Why call me a killer if i give myself away? | |
| Why make me a sinner when i do just what you say? | |
| Why call me a killer if i give myself away? | |
| I slam in sideways through the door. | |
| Sleek, but not sober. | |
| Something in me open, unfinished. | |
| I pull the sheet back off your unconscious form. | |
| Shed the liquor from my coke bottle. | |
| I get what i came for. | |
| I find closure, i achieve nbsp? | |
| I take the matches from my pocket. | |
| Yeah, i strike one. | |
| I count to ten. | |
| And i let the matches fall. | |
| I let the matches fall. | |
| I' m a hard pig... |