| 歌曲 | Thunder & Lightning |
| 歌手 | Brown Bird |
| 专辑 | Salt for Salt |
| I heard the thunder and lightning | |
| struck by your tower today | |
| and though the world wasn’t frightened | |
| you sent the whole world away | |
| and now you cower there alone in your tower of tears | |
| every step and every stone filled with millions of fears | |
| your poison blood and brittle bones | |
| start to clutter and crack | |
| beneath your hell of a home | |
| cut down by the cruel and the crass fold | |
| catch hell from the mighty and high | |
| ain’t nowhere left for the good to go | |
| no truth in a world full of lies | |
| our unforgiving fettered foes fumbling stumble around | |
| gather all their greed to go back to their hole in the ground | |
| to wash their hands of all the blood begged borrowed and stole | |
| to keep a good man down | |
| shake the hands of holy ghosts | |
| dance along an ivory coast | |
| share your flesh with passing shadows | |
| on a bed of broken hopes | |
| be sure to breath in deeply every bit of sin | |
| that your lungs can hold | |
| welcome all your bastard actions back home | |
| why do we cry cry our eyes out | |
| in them low lowly graves | |
| mourning all the times | |
| we would’ve could’ve should’ve had our way | |
| we were hard hearted heathens | |
| to their soul saving saints | |
| spilling blood in the same God’s holy name | |
| we were the heathens to their saints | |
| spilling blood in the same God’s holy name | |
| shake the hands of holy ghosts | |
| dance along an ivory coast | |
| share your flesh with passing shadows | |
| on a bed of broken hopes | |
| be sure to breath in deeply every bit of sin | |
| that your lungs can hold | |
| welcome all your bastard actions back home |
| I heard the thunder and lightning | |
| struck by your tower today | |
| and though the world wasn' t frightened | |
| you sent the whole world away | |
| and now you cower there alone in your tower of tears | |
| every step and every stone filled with millions of fears | |
| your poison blood and brittle bones | |
| start to clutter and crack | |
| beneath your hell of a home | |
| cut down by the cruel and the crass fold | |
| catch hell from the mighty and high | |
| ain' t nowhere left for the good to go | |
| no truth in a world full of lies | |
| our unforgiving fettered foes fumbling stumble around | |
| gather all their greed to go back to their hole in the ground | |
| to wash their hands of all the blood begged borrowed and stole | |
| to keep a good man down | |
| shake the hands of holy ghosts | |
| dance along an ivory coast | |
| share your flesh with passing shadows | |
| on a bed of broken hopes | |
| be sure to breath in deeply every bit of sin | |
| that your lungs can hold | |
| welcome all your bastard actions back home | |
| why do we cry cry our eyes out | |
| in them low lowly graves | |
| mourning all the times | |
| we would' ve could' ve should' ve had our way | |
| we were hard hearted heathens | |
| to their soul saving saints | |
| spilling blood in the same God' s holy name | |
| we were the heathens to their saints | |
| spilling blood in the same God' s holy name | |
| shake the hands of holy ghosts | |
| dance along an ivory coast | |
| share your flesh with passing shadows | |
| on a bed of broken hopes | |
| be sure to breath in deeply every bit of sin | |
| that your lungs can hold | |
| welcome all your bastard actions back home |