| Lyric | Song | Band/Artist |
|---|
| Hear your balalaikas ringing | |
| Old lady got mutilated | |
| Another love grows cold | |
| Your lips are venomous | |
| Got a competition clutch | |
| Cupid shot his dart | |
| Whipping boy done wrong | |
| Afraid of any deviation | |
| His best James Dean | |
| The King of Cellulite | |
| Only one burning desire | |
| Turn around, bright eyes | |
| Let your balalaika sing | |
| Ghouls from every tomb | |
| | Lyric | Song | Band/Artist |
|---|
| Goddess on a mountain | |
| A fiddle of gold | |
| I was beat, incomplete | |
| Union's been on strike | |
| A real tough cookie | |
| Concrete shoes, Cyanide, T.N.T | |
| Zero hour nine a.m. | |
| Little world falling apart | |
| Empty bottle of booze | |
| Glide down, over Mulholland | |
| Jolt from my electrodes | |
| Puts on the forceps | |
| Valhalla, I am coming | |
| I hear hurricanes a-blowing | |
| Trouble in electric blue | |
| Suns that were freezing | |
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Alliterative Musicians
British Invasion
'Song' Songs
