| Lyric | Song | Album |
| ...'cause I am crazy! | |
| Theres a heaven above you baby, | |
| When ya' gonna move to the city | |
| Hangin upside down! | |
| No'ones gonna believe it but we're... | |
| Gonna call the president... | |
| When you got a job to do, you gotta do it well, | |
| Why do you look at me when ya' hate me? | |
| When you're high you never, ever wanna come down. | |
| All i've got, is precious time! | |
| You think you're so cool, | |
| Old pic-tures that i'll always see! | |
| I've got a funny feelin... | |
| | Lyric | Song | Album |
| My hands are tied! | |
| Honey I ain't nieve! | |
| When I come home, late at night, | |
| When your friends despise, what you've become... | |
| Said woman, take it slow, | |
| He left it out back on the highway... | |
| Got a rattlesnake suitcase, under my arm | |
| Everybody needs some time, all alone | |
| I get up around seven, get outta bed around nine, | |
| ...Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty! | |
| I knew the storm was getting closer | |
| She's got eyes of the bluest skies... | |
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