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追鞋人自救协会 (The Shoe Chaser Self-Rescue Society)

[Intro] (喂幺幺零吗 我全家鞋子集体叛变啦) 登山靴踩爆PS5 高呼再不出门就枪毙WiFi密码 [Verse 1] 它把露营帐篷搭在我长了蘑菇的脑瓜上 松果当手雷炸醒我快锈成门把的脊柱啊 所有鞋带拧成喇叭喊 尸体会不会发芽 我只好掏出泡面叉宣战这个发霉的夏 [Pre-Chorus] 袜子间谍窃取了我病历上所有的假期 连拖鞋都举标语要我交出地下室钥匙啊 [Chorus] 追鞋子追到柏林墙遗址吃酸菜冰淇淋啊 追生活追进电视机客串报废情景剧啊 南极企鹅寄来录像带骂我占它逃跑航道 可镜头一转全是我藏进衣柜的自拍照 [Verse 2] 篮球场突然地陷因它偷走地核当弹力球 我卡在记分牌裂缝倒看人群为我放烟花呀 球鞋弹射到金星前对我比划宇宙通用脏话 原来垃圾话才是超载时空的秘密燃料啊 [Break] 系统提示 您的焦虑汗液已制成汽水售空 请用脚皮兑换下一班 逃离克隆岛的船票 [Verse 3] 它把整栋办公楼卷进碎纸机冲进下水道啊 西装碎片逆流成河飘满招聘网站的广告 我光脚狂奔却踩中自己去年丢的灵魂硬币 叮一声电梯门打开里面站着等我的年少的你 [Pre-Chorus] 追鞋子的人终被鞋子踢进时光放映厅啊 原来所有逃亡都是倒放的人生求救信号 当左手抢右手的遥控器对轰童年梦想残渣 我终于对着空气大喊 这次我选重启不选逃 [Chorus] 所有鞋子在月亮背面开圆桌法庭审判我啊 证据A到Z全是我用外卖盒折的投降白旗呀 可当我交出最后一滴被困在工位的呼吸时 它们齐刷刷立正敬礼撕毁了那座垃圾堆 [Interlude] [Saxophone solo] [Outro] 现在暴雨把街道拧成爬满青苔的磁带机啊 每滴雨都押着我踩碎昨天下跪的指纹印 远处电视跳闪着 光脚大盗通关人生垃圾场 我抓起破鞋大笑 这回轮到老子当逃犯指挥官啦 ------------------ [Intro] (Hey, 911? All my shoes have collectively rebelled!) Mountain boots crush the PS5, while shouting, “If you don’t get out, I’ll shoot the WiFi password!” [Verse 1] It pitched a camping tent atop my mushroom-grown head, Pine cones as grenades blasting me awake, nearly rusting my door-handle spine— All my shoelaces twisted into trumpets, crying out, “Will corpses sprout?” I had no choice but to pull out my instant noodle fork and declare war on this moldy summer. [Pre-Chorus] Sock spies have stolen every vacation listed in my medical file, Even the slippers brandish slogans, demanding I surrender the basement key! [Chorus] Chasing shoes all the way to the Berlin Wall ruins, eating sauerkraut ice cream, Chasing life, chasing it into the TV, cameoing in a trashed sitcom, Antarctic penguins mailed a videotape cursing me for hijacking their escape route, But when the camera pans, it’s all just the selfies I’ve hidden in my closet. [Verse 2] The basketball court suddenly collapsed because it stole the Earth’s core to use as a rebound ball, I got wedged in a crack of the scoreboard, watching the crowd launch fireworks in my honor, Before my sneakers were flung to Venus, they flashed at me with cosmic curses, It turns out that trash talk is the secret fuel overloading spacetime. [Break] System alert: Your anxious sweat has been turned into soda—and it’s sold out! Please trade your foot skin for the next ship ticket to flee Clone Island. [Verse 3] It swept an entire office building into the paper shredder and flushed it down the sewers, Suit remnants flowed upstream like a river, drifting across job ads on recruitment websites, I ran barefoot in a mad dash, only to step on the soul coin I lost last year, With a ding, the elevator doors opened—there you were, my youthful self, waiting for me. [Pre-Chorus] Those who chase shoes ultimately get booted by them into the time projection hall, It turns out every escape is just life’s reversed SOS, When my left hand battles for the right hand’s remote against the debris of childhood dreams, I finally yelled into the air: “This time I choose to reboot, not to escape!” [Chorus] All the shoes, on the dark side of the moon, hold a roundtable trial to judge me, Evidence from A to Z—all made of surrender flags folded from takeout boxes, But when I surrendered the last drop of breath locked in my cubicle, They all lined up in formation, saluted, and shredded that heap of trash. [Interlude] [Saxophone solo] [Outro] Now the torrential rain has twisted the streets into a tape deck crawling with moss, Every raindrop presses me to crush the fingerprint imprints I left while kneeling yesterday, In the distance, the TV flickers, as the barefoot bandit conquers life’s landfill, I grabbed a busted shoe and burst into laughter—this time, it’s my turn to be the fugitive commander!