| Song | Port Angeles |
| Artist | Flop |
| Album | Whenever You're Ready |
| Father tried today to appreciate his son | |
| Follow 103 to the crematorium where | |
| I pay my bills | |
| And climb up to the highest hill | |
| And throw a part of me away | |
| Satan rose today to annihilate the world | |
| God bless his little boy heart as he goes and | |
| Falls in love with a pretty girl | |
| He loves vanity in girls' | |
| Cos it tears them all up inside | |
| In my head life's forever a condition | |
| Find a heart and deliver it to me | |
| Science is about a quarter superstition | |
| Count me out and you can have it for free |