| Lyrics | Title | Performer |
| You let me violate you, you let me desecrate you. | |
| Drowning deep in my sea of loathing. Broken your servant I kneel. | |
| Blame it all on my roots. I showed up in boots and ruined your black tie affair. | |
| I'm sittin' in the railway station. Got a ticket for my destination. | |
| At first I was afraid, I was petrified. Kept thinking I could never live without you by my side. | |
| Hey, don't write yourself off yet. It's only in your head you feel left out or looked down on. | |
| What have we done with innocence? It disappeared with time and never made much sense. | |
| I can't remember anything. Can't tell if this is true or dream. | |
| It's nine o'clock on a Saturday. The regular crowd shuffles in. | |
| Ever since I was a young boy I've played the silver ball | |
| | Lyrics | Title | Performer |
| If you're blue and you don't know where to go to, why don't you go where fashion sits? | |
| White man came across the sea. He brought us pain and misery | |
| Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun. | |
| I don't know what color your eyes are, baby, but your hair is long and brown. | |
| Where it began, I can't begin to knowin'. But then I know it's growin' strong. | |
| Times not sleeping and time won't lose. You can't win 'cause time can't lose. | |
| One time a thing occured to me, Whats real, and whats for sale? | |
| In the dark, I like to read his mind. But I'm frightened of the things I might find. | |
| Generals gathered in their masses. Just like witches at black masses. | |
| The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down of the big lake they called Gitche Gumee | |
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