| Clue | Song Title | Artist |
|---|
| Giving off a peculiar odour of methylated adolescents. | |
| Roadway of damaged neurological creations. | |
| Elysian Metropolis. | |
| Intercourse, followed by some ill-gotten pharmaceuticals and a little bit of Elvis Presley. | |
| For example, Doc Brown's profession. | |
| Oscillating across a good proportion of the terrestrial landscape. | |
| (Homer Simpson + donuts) x 4. | |
| Proceeding beneath the surface. | |
| Residing on communications with a man on a cloud. | |
| The end user of public transportation. | |
| The massively inflated out-there. | |
| Loitering because an acquaintance is taking their damn time. | |
| The status quo. | |
| Don't let me sleep into October, if you please. | |
| Observing rearward behind my clavicle/scapula region. | |
'The' Bands
VH1's 100 Songs ('90s)
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