| Song | Swamp |
| Artist | Talking Heads |
| Album | Speaking in Tongues |
| Now lemme tell you a story | |
| The devil he has a plan | |
| A bag a' bones in his pocket | |
| Got anything you want | |
| No dust and no rocks | |
| The whole thing is over | |
| All these beauties in solid motion | |
| All those beauties, gonna swallow you up | |
| Hi hi hi hi hi, | |
| One time too many | |
| Too far to go | |
| I- we come to take you home | |
| And when they split those atoms | |
| It's hotter than the sun | |
| Blood is a special substance | |
| They gonna pray for that man | |
| So wake up young lovers | |
| The whole thing is over | |
| Watch but touch monkeys | |
| All that blood, gonna swallow you whole | |
| Hi hi hi hi hi | |
| What's that? who's driving? | |
| Where we goin'? who knows? | |
| I- we come to take you home | |
| How many people do you think i am | |
| Pretend i am somebody else | |
| You can pretend i'm and old millionaire | |
| A millionaire washing his hands | |
| Rattle the bones, dreams that stick out | |
| A medical chart on the wall | |
| Soft violence and hands touch your throat | |
| Ev'ryone wants to explode | |
| And when your hands get dirty | |
| Nobody knows you at all | |
| Don't have a window to slip out of | |
| Lights on, nobody home | |
| Click click- see ya later | |
| Beta beta- no time to rest | |
| Pika pika- risky business | |
| All that blood, will never cover that mess. | |
| Hi hi hi hi hi | |
| So soft hard feelings | |
| What's that, who's driving | |
| No tricks lets go | |
| I- we come to take you home | |
| I- we come to take you home | |
| Hi hi hi hi hi | |
| Etc. |
| Now lemme tell you a story | |
| The devil he has a plan | |
| A bag a' bones in his pocket | |
| Got anything you want | |
| No dust and no rocks | |
| The whole thing is over | |
| All these beauties in solid motion | |
| All those beauties, gonna swallow you up | |
| Hi hi hi hi hi, | |
| One time too many | |
| Too far to go | |
| I we come to take you home | |
| And when they split those atoms | |
| It' s hotter than the sun | |
| Blood is a special substance | |
| They gonna pray for that man | |
| So wake up young lovers | |
| The whole thing is over | |
| Watch but touch monkeys | |
| All that blood, gonna swallow you whole | |
| Hi hi hi hi hi | |
| What' s that? who' s driving? | |
| Where we goin'? who knows? | |
| I we come to take you home | |
| How many people do you think i am | |
| Pretend i am somebody else | |
| You can pretend i' m and old millionaire | |
| A millionaire washing his hands | |
| Rattle the bones, dreams that stick out | |
| A medical chart on the wall | |
| Soft violence and hands touch your throat | |
| Ev' ryone wants to explode | |
| And when your hands get dirty | |
| Nobody knows you at all | |
| Don' t have a window to slip out of | |
| Lights on, nobody home | |
| Click click see ya later | |
| Beta beta no time to rest | |
| Pika pika risky business | |
| All that blood, will never cover that mess. | |
| Hi hi hi hi hi | |
| So soft hard feelings | |
| What' s that, who' s driving | |
| No tricks lets go | |
| I we come to take you home | |
| I we come to take you home | |
| Hi hi hi hi hi | |
| Etc. |