| Song | Hotel Nevada 1982 |
| Artist | pg. 99 |
| Album | Document #5 |
| Shut your fucking mouth. tradition does not seem to be working because of its mechanical tone | |
| Its one that paralyzes my thoughts and defies my suspense, I breeze through walls as they scratch | |
| My floor boards a blue light. looks up, white flash looks away and one blue little fuck makes me look up | |
| Two blue fucks make me look away. this is not the truth, this is lies, this is bullshit. | |
| I resolve you with a trick of hand and a joke of sight. |