| Opening Lyric | Name of Song | Album |
| No life 'til leather, we're gonna kick some a** tonight. | |
| These are the eyes that can't see me | |
| If I could have my wasted days back, would I use them to get back on track? | |
| Say your prayers little one, don't forget, my son, to include everyone | |
| You rise, you fall | |
| Messenger of fear in sight | |
| We're scanning the scene in the city tonight | |
| Life, it seems, will fade away | |
| Luck runs out | |
| Claustrophobic, crawl out of this skin | |
| One last breath the four winds blow | |
| Give me [title], give my fire, give me which that I desire | |
| Welcome to where time stands still, no one leaves and no one will | |
| Sleeping very soundly on a Saturday morning, I was dreaming I was Al Capone | |
| Sleep and dream of this death angel's kiss | |
| I can't remember anything, can't tell if this is true or dream | |
| [Title], said [title], liberty or death, what we so proudly hail | |
| Bodies fill the fields I see, hungry heroes end | |
| | Opening Lyric | Name of Song | Album |
| Train roll on, on down the line | |
| I'm gonna make you, shake you, take you | |
| End of passion play, crumbling away | |
| Late at night all systems go, you have come to see the show | |
| My mother was a witch, she was burned alive | |
| Dear mother, dear father | |
| Fortune, fame, mirror vain | |
| And it feels right this time | |
| And the road becomes my bride, I have stripped of all but pride | |
| Make his fight on the hill in his early day | |
| Suspicion is your name | |
| Wish I may, wish I might | |
| Guilty as charged, but damn it, it ain't right | |
| Hey, I'm your life, I'm the one who takes you there | |
| Slaves, Hebrews born to serve the Pharoah | |
| As I was goin' over the Cork and Kerry mountains | |
| Never hungry, never prosper | |
| [Title] 'round my neck, [title] 'round my neck | |
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