[00:00.00] 作曲 : Joel Gibb
[00:12.99]With fangs and red eyes, I boast my hairy shrine
[00:19.20]The sky stained poo drab as the dad drives
[00:21.51]Through the blunder and the cold, the cassette survives
[00:31.17]Brittle plastic, the tongue tied, and my week's favorite find
[00:33.69]In the union of wine, to be seen is to be blind
[00:34.68]The cassette is a lie, then to pause and to rewind
[01:03.75]I tripped through his front door
[01:08.49]Entangled clothes and bones as we lay warm
[01:14.13]He slaps my belly to a beat with a meaty groan
[01:24.51]We then finish with a feast, fellowship of beef
[01:25.41]In the union of wine, I may be lost, but he is mine
[01:37.38]To be on top from behind and the odor of the refined
[01:52.56]I wore out his radio
[01:57.36]It's like drinking in the cold with our cheapest find
[01:59.91]And the truth that may be told as we piss in rows
[02:09.66]That boy is entered on his side as he wonders why that
[02:14.73]In the union of wine, in my Walkman I am blind
[02:21.15]'Cause the cassette is a lie, to be born is to be blind
[02:22.17]In the union of wine, he's neither bold nor even bright
[02:39.51]In the union of wine, he's neither bold nor even bright

作曲 : Joel Gibb
With fangs and red eyes, I boast my hairy shrine
The sky stained poo drab as the dad drives
Through the blunder and the cold, the cassette survives
Brittle plastic, the tongue tied, and my week's favorite find
In the union of wine, to be seen is to be blind
The cassette is a lie, then to pause and to rewind
I tripped through his front door
Entangled clothes and bones as we lay warm
He slaps my belly to a beat with a meaty groan
We then finish with a feast, fellowship of beef
In the union of wine, I may be lost, but he is mine
To be on top from behind and the odor of the refined
I wore out his radio
It's like drinking in the cold with our cheapest find
And the truth that may be told as we piss in rows
That boy is entered on his side as he wonders why that
In the union of wine, in my Walkman I am blind
'Cause the cassette is a lie, to be born is to be blind
In the union of wine, he's neither bold nor even bright
In the union of wine, he's neither bold nor even bright