| Song | Heart Transplant |
| Artist | Trance to the Sun |
| Album | Urchin Tear Soda |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Tied to the fray at the end of a lullabye | |
| This little doll's at the end of her rope | |
| How many bodies can hang from a fig tree? | |
| Over the thistles at the end of the road | |
| I can smell chamomile through blackening nostrils | |
| Isn't there a space in the garden for me? | |
| Give me ribbon to cover the burn | |
| My dolls are off limits to you and your dirty hands | |
| No you | |
| I won't let you play you don't play nice | |
| Tied to a line at the end of “the eye” | |
| Is there another way to spell disinterested? | |
| Where does the subline stop? | |
| Get me out of here! | |
| Let me out of here | |
| Where's the door to the psych ward? | |
| Prescription interference | |
| Mama told me not to play with you | |
| She says you're not nice and I think that is true | |
| Oh sweet child | |
| Too many years in the root cellar | |
| I've waited 18 to be 18 | |
| It will be time for shut down soon | |
| Will you buy me another? | |
| Oh look! | |
| My clothes have gotten clean | |
| How will I ever get them dirty again? | |
| Smile sweet for me your candy smile's on my mind | |
| I taste your lips a thousand times | |
| You don't look so sweet today my poor little darling | |
| How sad for you |
| Tied to the fray at the end of a lullabye | |
| This little doll' s at the end of her rope | |
| How many bodies can hang from a fig tree? | |
| Over the thistles at the end of the road | |
| I can smell chamomile through blackening nostrils | |
| Isn' t there a space in the garden for me? | |
| Give me ribbon to cover the burn | |
| My dolls are off limits to you and your dirty hands | |
| No you | |
| I won' t let you play you don' t play nice | |
| Tied to a line at the end of " the eye" | |
| Is there another way to spell disinterested? | |
| Where does the subline stop? | |
| Get me out of here! | |
| Let me out of here | |
| Where' s the door to the psych ward? | |
| Prescription interference | |
| Mama told me not to play with you | |
| She says you' re not nice and I think that is true | |
| Oh sweet child | |
| Too many years in the root cellar | |
| I' ve waited 18 to be 18 | |
| It will be time for shut down soon | |
| Will you buy me another? | |
| Oh look! | |
| My clothes have gotten clean | |
| How will I ever get them dirty again? | |
| Smile sweet for me your candy smile' s on my mind | |
| I taste your lips a thousand times | |
| You don' t look so sweet today my poor little darling | |
| How sad for you |
| Tied to the fray at the end of a lullabye | |
| This little doll' s at the end of her rope | |
| How many bodies can hang from a fig tree? | |
| Over the thistles at the end of the road | |
| I can smell chamomile through blackening nostrils | |
| Isn' t there a space in the garden for me? | |
| Give me ribbon to cover the burn | |
| My dolls are off limits to you and your dirty hands | |
| No you | |
| I won' t let you play you don' t play nice | |
| Tied to a line at the end of " the eye" | |
| Is there another way to spell disinterested? | |
| Where does the subline stop? | |
| Get me out of here! | |
| Let me out of here | |
| Where' s the door to the psych ward? | |
| Prescription interference | |
| Mama told me not to play with you | |
| She says you' re not nice and I think that is true | |
| Oh sweet child | |
| Too many years in the root cellar | |
| I' ve waited 18 to be 18 | |
| It will be time for shut down soon | |
| Will you buy me another? | |
| Oh look! | |
| My clothes have gotten clean | |
| How will I ever get them dirty again? | |
| Smile sweet for me your candy smile' s on my mind | |
| I taste your lips a thousand times | |
| You don' t look so sweet today my poor little darling | |
| How sad for you |