| well-known lyric | song name | artist/group |
| Out here in the fields, I fight for my meals. | |
| I pulled into Nazareth, was feeling 'bout half past dead. | |
| I'm just a poor boy. Nobody loves me. | |
| Hey, Hey, Mama, said the way you move. | |
| Thinkin' 'bout the times you drove in my car. | |
| There's blood in the streets, it's up to my ankles. | |
| Christ you know it ain't easy, you know how hard it can be. | |
| | well-known lyric | song name | artist/group |
| This is Ground Control to Major Tom. | |
| This ain't no party. This ain't no disco. | |
| I read the news today oh boy | |
| I'll see you on the dark side of the moon. | |
| Everybody must get stoned. | |
| We come from the land of ice and snow. | |
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