| Song | Coffee and Cigarettes |
| Artist | Lagwagon |
| Album | Trashed |
| I'm getting used to getting old but where's my ambition - | |
| Days ofomission | |
| I feel broken down inside because my words seem to be trite addingto the overwhelming | |
| Always a question of truth your truths question my efficiency | |
| Shocking - | |
| The words you can't hear | |
| Impact - The words | |
| I can't write | |
| Recycled words don't justify...none of these words suffice searching for the sharp wordsto drive the message in | |
| I put the last words down then | |
| I beginto question the truth |