| Lyrics | Title | Artist |
| I'm a scary gargoyle on a tower that you made with plastic power, your [title] are like factories far away | |
| Cryin' won't help you, prayin' won't do ya no good, [title], mama you got to move | |
| Jealous of the rhyme and the rhyme routine, another dimension new galaxy, [title] planetary | |
| Soy un perdedor, I'm a [title] baby, so why don't you kill me? | |
| [Title], goats go to hell | |
| The continent of [title] was an island, which lay before the great flood in the area we now call the Atlantic Ocean | |
| This is our last dance, this is ourselves, [title] | |
| Down in this world, down and almost broken, as thousands they grieve, as the [title] | |
| It's been some change, but we're still [title], if everybody's here then hell knows we ride alone | |
| [Title], revved up like a deuce another runner in the night | |
| | Lyrics | Title | Artist |
| (move swift) All senses clean, (earth's gift) back to the meaning (back to the meaning) [title] | |
| The [title], won't you carry it on? In your head, in your mouth, in your soul | |
| And now you steal away, take him out today, nice work you did, [title] | |
| Eins, hier kommt die [title], Zwei, hier kommt die [title] | |
| Today's [title] he get's high on you, and the space he invades he gets by on you | |
| Slugging down fruit juice, extra tall extra wide, [title] | |
| A gathering of angels appeared above my head, they sang to me this song of hope and this is what they said, they said [title] | |
| [Title] was Constantinople, now it's [title] not Constantinople | |
| [Title], when you're a stranger, faces look ugly when you're alone | |
| Get all that garbage out of sight, or you don't go out Friday night...[title] (don't talk back) | |
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