- As she sits there
- Call me back
- Classical music
- Dead man's waltz
- Dinnertime
- Doesnt anybody just talk anymore
- Fake
- Feeling Soup
- For those who dont
- Go find the Fridge
- Hardcore porn starring you and me
- Head for lunch
- Hello Bone
- Hitmachine
- Me and my milkshake
- Milk cookies and rocknroll
- Monday Monday
- N is for Neville
- New One
- Nose on fire
- Nothing particular
- Number 3
- Of toilet spiders and alcohol
- One hand missing
- Over a nights sky
- Plane crash
- Politician
- Prickly Sweater (The Revenge Of The Prickly Sweaters From Mars)
- Random punk song
- Sober is the new Drunk
- Song for Jenny Haniver
- Song of new days coming
- spam spam spam ,eggs ,bacon, spam, sausage and spam (spam)
- St. Killing Blues
- Standard 4
- Strange Food
- Suicidal haircut
- The dark knight can light my fire anytime
- The doctor
- The end of the world, etc.
- The states
- Tikje
- Timeflies
- Wait for news
- Wake up call
The states
Oh, we were working down in the mines in Tennessee
Grandma had a terrier, she named him Wilma, after me
And we were hoping and we were praying
Just like they do in country songs
Oh, we ain’t got no money, ain’t got no gals, ain’t got no booze
And grandma, when she got drinking, she would get horny and on the loose
We’d be hoping and we’d be praying for our granny to come home safe
and a virgin!
Oh, when the night fell we would find grandma in a saloon
Sitting next to a cowboy, talking ‘bout whisky, cattle and corn
We would drag her back to our cottage
And next to Wilma she would sleep