| 歌曲 | Everything You Say Will Destroy You |
| 歌手 | The Auteurs |
| 专辑 | After Murder Park |
| 作词 : Haines | |
| Well they sent back all the bodies | |
| Who were looking really hopeless | |
| Well it didn't seem that callous | |
| Till they stopped you in your flow | |
| She's surrounded by her wardens | |
| And they're looking really nervous | |
| All about the man from reuters | |
| Here to nullify your glow | |
| Everything you say will destroy you - anyway | |
| Everything you say will come haunt you | |
| Round each corner | |
| Everything you say will destroy you | |
| Well you may think that you're buddha | |
| Lying on a mound of ashes | |
| You were mentioned in the postscript of | |
| Dispatches anyway | |
| And the majors really nervous | |
| When he's walking round the airport | |
| You know your master's card is marked | |
| Your upstart charge is cool and smart | |
| Your unwanted suitor | |
| Leaves his things around your home | |
| He's marking out his territory | |
| He's pissing on your ansaphone | |
| Well you may think that you're buddha | |
| Lying on a mound of ashes | |
| You were mentioned in dispatches | |
| In the postscript anyway |
| zuò cí : Haines | |
| Well they sent back all the bodies | |
| Who were looking really hopeless | |
| Well it didn' t seem that callous | |
| Till they stopped you in your flow | |
| She' s surrounded by her wardens | |
| And they' re looking really nervous | |
| All about the man from reuters | |
| Here to nullify your glow | |
| Everything you say will destroy you anyway | |
| Everything you say will come haunt you | |
| Round each corner | |
| Everything you say will destroy you | |
| Well you may think that you' re buddha | |
| Lying on a mound of ashes | |
| You were mentioned in the postscript of | |
| Dispatches anyway | |
| And the majors really nervous | |
| When he' s walking round the airport | |
| You know your master' s card is marked | |
| Your upstart charge is cool and smart | |
| Your unwanted suitor | |
| Leaves his things around your home | |
| He' s marking out his territory | |
| He' s pissing on your ansaphone | |
| Well you may think that you' re buddha | |
| Lying on a mound of ashes | |
| You were mentioned in dispatches | |
| In the postscript anyway |