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歌手：Switchfoot 专辑：The Beautiful Letdown
What's it gonna take?
To slow us down?
To let the silence spin us around
What's it gonna take?
To drop this town
We've been spinnin at the speed of sound

Steppin out of those convenience stores
What could we want, but more, more, more
From the Thirld World, to the corporate core
We are the symphony of modern humanity
Yeah

If we're adding to the noise
Turn off this song
If we're adding to the noise
Turn of your stereo, radio, video
I don't know
What they're gonna think up of next
Genetic engineers are the most high tech
A couple new ways, to fall into debt,
I'm a nervous wreck, but I'll bet that that TV set

Tells us what we wanted to hear
But none of these soundbites are comin' in clear
From the Third World, to the corporate ear
We are the symphony of modern humanity
Yeah

If we're adding to the noise
Turn of this song
If we're adding to the noise
Turn of your stereo, radio
If we're adding to the noise
Turn of this song
If we're adding to the noise
Turn of your stereo, radio
(stereo radio, stereo radio, stereos etc.)

If we're adding to the noise
Turn of this song
If we're adding to the noise
Turn of your stereo, radio
If we're adding to the noise
If we're adding to the noise
If we're adding to the noise
Turn off this song

END

The Engineers' Drinking Song
(We Are The Engineers)

Godiva was a lady who through Coventry did ride
To show the royal villagers her fine and pure white hide
The most observant man of all, an engineer of course,
Was the only one who noticed that Godiva rode a horse

Chorus:
We are, we are, we are, we are, we are the Engineers
We can, we can, we can, we can, demolish forty beers
Drink rum, drink rum, drink rum all day, and come along with us
'Cause we don't give a damn for any old man who don't give a damn for us!

She said, "I've come a long, long way, and I will go as far
With the man who takes me from this horse and leads me to a bar
The man who took her from her steed and lead her to a beer
Was a bleary-eyed surveyor and a drunken engineer
(Chorus)

A maiden and an Engineer were sitting in the park
The Engineer was working on some research after dark
His scientific method was a marvel to observe
While his right hand held the figures, his left hand traced the curves
(Chorus)

Princeton's run by Wellesley, and Wellesley's run by Yale
And Yale is run by Vassar, and Vassar's run by tail
Harvard's run by stiff pricks, the kind you raise by hand
But M.I.T. is run by Engineers, the finest in the land
(Chorus)

MIT was MIT when Harvard was a pup
And MIT will be MIT when Harvard's time is up
And any Harvard Son of a Bitch who thinks he's in our class
Can pucker up his rosy lips and kiss the Beaver's ass
(Chorus)

An MIT surveyor once found the gates of Hell
He looked the devil in the eye, and said "You're looking well"
The devil looked right back at him, and said "Why visit me -
You've been through Hell already; you went to MIT!"

We are, we are, we are, we are, we are the Engineers
We can, we can, we can, we can, demolish forty beers
Drink rum, drink rum, drink rum all day, and come along with us
'Cause we don't give a damn for any old man who don't give a damn for us!