[Intro – Dub Count-in]
Skank up！
準備好沒～Hey！Hey！
(Echo)：ready… ready…

[Verse 1]
上拍一扣，良心別打折，
嘴上說自由，手卻換規則。
自拍一百次，真話一個字~~~ 也不肯認。
拍桌不是暴力，是節拍器；
你每次失言，都被節奏對齊。

[Pre-Chorus]
你說「誤會」，我說「證據」；
你說「委屈」，我說「數據」。
別把戲劇當庇護——線在這裡，清楚標記。

[Chorus – Reggae Hook]
Over my dead body！（眾：Body！）
想踩線？上拍吉他說：No, not me！
哭腔當武器，對不起~~~ 不行！
把謊吞回去，跟著鼓點退！退！退！
Over my dead body！（眾：Body！）
黑箱給我開到底；
話講得漂亮、手伸得太急
門在那裡：Over my dead body！

[Meme Refrain – 反詐口號]
一群人 騙一個人
(眾)：詐—騙—集—團！
一個人 騙一群人
(眾)：詐 騙 頭 目！（Ha！）
想過線？
(眾)：Over my dead body！(body x3)

[Verse 2 – Horns]
你是道歉練習生，考場還在昨天；
公關稿一頁頁，良心卻一鍵刪。
把人民當背景、把承諾當濾鏡，
要流量？抱歉——這裡只收「清醒」。

[Bridge – Dub Talk]
Lead（低語）：Don’t sell me tears… show me proofs.
(Echo)：proofs… proofs…
(群眾)：Body！Body！

[Final Chorus – Upstroke Lift]
Over my dead body！（眾：Body！）
上拍不倒、真相更大聲！
連滾帶爬別裝腔——
Over my dead body！（眾：Body！）
詐騙別成風潮，把良心先找！

Englishn lyrics

[Intro – Dub Count-in]
Skank up!
You ready?—Hey! Hey!
(Echo): ready… ready…

[Verse 1]
On the upbeat, lock it in; don’t discount your conscience.
You say “freedom” with your mouth, your hands rewrite the rules.
A hundred selfies, not a single true word—you still won’t admit it.
Table-thumping isn’t violence, it’s a metronome;
Every time you misspeak, the rhythm snaps you into place.

[Pre-Chorus]
You say “misunderstanding,” I say “evidence”;
You say “I’m wronged,” I say “data.”
Don’t use drama as a shelter—the line is here, clearly marked.

[Chorus – Reggae Hook]
Over my dead body! (Crowd: Body!)
Want to cross the line? The upstroke guitar says: No, not me!
Turning a sobbing voice into a weapon? Sorry—no way!
Swallow the lies—step back to the drum: back! back! back!
Over my dead body! (Crowd: Body!)
Open the black box all the way;
Your words sound pretty, but your hands reach too fast.
The door’s over there: Over my dead body!

[Meme Refrain – Anti-scam chant]
A crowd cheating one person—
(Crowd): FRAUD—SYNDI—CATE!
One person cheating a crowd—
(Crowd): CON—ART—IST—BOSS! (Ha!)
Want to cross the line?
(Crowd): Over my dead body! (body ×3)

[Verse 2 – Horns]
You’re an apology trainee; your exam room is still yesterday.
PR scripts page after page, conscience deleted with one click.
Treat the people as background, turn promises into filters.
Want traffic? Sorry—here we only accept “clear heads.”

[Bridge – Dub Talk]
Lead (whisper): Don’t sell me tears… show me proofs.
(Echo): proofs… proofs…
(Crowd): Body! Body!

[Final Chorus – Upstroke Lift]
Over my dead body! (Crowd: Body!)
The upstroke won’t fall—the truth gets louder!
Stop tumbling and posturing—
Over my dead body! (Crowd: Body!)
Don’t turn fraud into a trend; go find your conscience first!