| Lyric | Artist | Year of Formation/City |
| People try to get us down | |
| Then I guess she had to crash, Valium would have helped that bash | |
| Do you love me babe? What do you say? | |
| God save the Queen, the fascist regime | |
| Sold my house, sold my motor too | |
| Once had a love, and it was a gas | |
| Did you stand by me? No way | |
| We are tired of your abuse, try to stop us it's no use | |
| | Lyric | Artist | Year of Formation/City |
| I'm a sucker with no self-esteem | |
| E-M-P-I-R-E | |
| I'm buried 'neath the sod, but angels won't receive me | |
| Turncoat! Killer! Liar! Thief! | |
| The charade, it won't last, when he's gone, I won't come back | |
| It's a pipebomb on Lansdowne Street | |
| We sink, and we drown, and what is lost can never be found | |
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