| Lost Lyrics | Song Title | Album |
| That's it, sir, you're leaving. The crackle of pigskin. | |
| Her Hitler hairdo is making me feel ill. | |
| Cut the kids in half. Cut the kids in half. Cut the kids in half. | |
| You float like a feather, in a beautiful world. | |
| The emptiest of feelings, disappointed people, clinging on to bottles... | |
| Cracked eggs, dead birds scream as they fight for life. | |
| If you'd been a dog, they would have drowned you at birth. | |
| While you make pretty speeches, I'm being cut to shreds. | |
| Tears of joy now scare ourselves of all that you want to be. | |
| We're not scaremongering. This is really happening | |
| | Lost Lyrics | Song Title | Album |
| 'Don't question my authority or put me in the dock.' 'Cause I'm not! | |
| Are you fracturing? Are you torn at the seams? Would you do anything? Flea-bitten? Motheaten? | |
| Grow my hair, grow my hair, I am Jim Morrison. | |
| Grass is green at the edge of the bubble. Beautiful kids into beautiful trouble. | |
| The head of state has called for me by name, but I don't have time for him. | |
| He used to do surgery on girls in the eighties, but gravity always wins. | |
| Yesterday I woke up sucking a lemon. | |
| The infrastructure will collapse. Voltage spikes. Throw your keys in the bowl. | |
| They're the ones who'll hate you when you think you've got the world all sussed out. | |
| Your tiny hands. Your crazy kitten smile. | |
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