| First Sentence | Song Title | Album |
| Genie let out of the bottle. | |
| Two jumps in a week. | |
| The mongrel cat came in holding half a head, proceeded to show it off to all his newfound friends. | |
| The breath of the morning. | |
| Who's in a bunker? | |
| I don't know why you bother. | |
| Please forget the words that I just blurted out. | |
| And the wise man said, 'I don't want to hear your voice.' | |
| Please, could you stop the noise? | |
| Just as you take my hand. | |
| A green, plastic watering can for her fake, Chinese rubber plant in the fake, plastic earth that she bought from a rubber man in a town full of rubber plans to get rid of itself. | |
| That there, that's not me. | |
| We're rotten fruit. | |
| You've got some nerve coming here. | |
| After years of waiting nothing came. | |
| Red wine and sleeping pills, help me get back to your arms. | |
| Open your mouth wide. | |
| I don't want to be your friend, I just want to be your lover. | |
| I'm the next act waiting in the wings. | |
| I'm walking out in a force ten gale. | |
| It barks at no one else but me like it's seen a ghost. | |
| Don't hurt me. | |
| (song title). Yesterday I woke up sucking a lemon. | |
| I jumped into the river. | |
| In the deepest oceans, the bottom of the sea, your eyes, they turn me. | |
| I will stop at nothing. | |
| I feel better now you've gone. | |
| Are you hungry? | |
| Where do we go from here? | |
| | First Sentence | Song Title | Album |
| I sucked the moon. | |
| I can't afford to breathe in this town. | |
| There are barn doors and there are revolving doors. | |
| Limb by limb and tooth by tooth. | |
| (song title). I could have sworn I saw a light coming on. | |
| (song title) lay me down. | |
| There are many things to talk about. | |
| Transports, motorways and tramlines, starting and then stopping, taking off and landing. | |
| While you make pretty speeches, I'm being cut to shreds. | |
| They love me like I was a brother. | |
| Faith, you're driving me away. | |
| (song title), more productive, comfortable, not drinking too much... | |
| I am the key to the lock in your house that keeps your toys in the basement. | |
| When you were here before, couldn't look you in the eye. | |
| You bite through the big wall. | |
| (song title). Light another candle and release me. | |
| Lundy, Fastnet, Irish Sea. | |
| You can force it but it will not come. | |
| I slipped away. | |
| How come I end up where I started? | |
| Destiny, protect me from the world. | |
| Soul destroyed by clever toys for little boys. | |
| Come on, you think you drive me crazy? | |
| In the next world war, in a jack-knifed juggernaut, I am born again. | |
| It's like I'm falling out of bed from a long, weary dream. | |
| I don't want to be crippled and cracked. | |
| I will shape myself into your pocket. | |
| (song title). Walk into the jaws of hell. | |
| (song title) are the sun and moon and stars are (song title), and I could never run away from (song title). | |
| | First Sentence | Song Title | Album |
| I do not understand what it is I've done wrong. | |
| Wake from your sleep. | |
| In my mind and nailed into my heels. | |
| A heart that fills up like a landfill. | |
| I'm on a roll this time. | |
| There's a gap in between, there's a gap where we meet, (song title). | |
| Are you such a dreamer to put the world to rights? | |
| (song title), arrest this man. | |
| I get home from work and you're still standing in your dressing gown. | |
| (song title), disavow the pleasure. | |
| Turned too nasty now, the dark cell, the pillar of my soul, the last one out of the box, the one who broke this spell. | |
| When I'm at the pearly gates, this will be on my (song title). | |
| Drag him out your window. | |
| Rows of houses, all bearing down on me. | |
| He's bitter and twisted. | |
| Wakey wakey, rise and shine. | |
| Been (song title). Your records are here. | |
| In pitch dark, I go walking in your landscape. | |
| You there, get up on that wall. | |
| Can't get the stink off. | |
| Once again, I'm in trouble with my only friend. | |
| Flies are buzzing 'round my head. | |
| I never wanted anything but this. | |
| Don't get any big ideas. | |
| Sleight of hand, jump off the end into a clear lake. | |
| Everyone around here. | |
| Something for the rag and bone man over my dead body. | |
| I want you to know he's not coming back. | |
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