| Song | No Sides |
| Artist | Bad Books |
| Draw your five short breaths and pretend it’s meditation | |
| Shower head higher power give me patience | |
| Make me nobody’s robot make me nobody’s slaughtered lamb | |
| Delivery me from evil and open me as best you can. | |
| Playin cracked guitar for the Boston Occupation | |
| Get your blindfold drift aimed and endless destinations | |
| Watch the wake and assembly leave principled righteous lives | |
| With your heartbeat through set cement honored to be here guys. | |
| See it’s a slow crawl and a new wave | |
| And if you feel small, don’t babe | |
| Whenever you’re alone you’re not | |
| You wait in line so I can finish conversations | |
| Straighten out the stories and edit out the faces | |
| You’re lost in the file when the cashier catches your eye | |
| Summon up a smile, come back to earth and mumble “hi hi hi” | |
| And it’s connected on a timeline | |
| It’s a circle, no sides | |
| At the same point where it starts it stops. | |
| Out on the back lot you wanted for nothin | |
| you sat with your hands full, the future was open | |
| A dreamt southwestern sky | |
| A moon drenched island night | |
| A new born day awake and alive. | |
| Now it’s a nightclub with a guest list | |
| And oh oh, bad news kid | |
| Who ever’s gettin in we’re not | |
| So let’s start up our own just us | |
| Where anything we need, anything we need | |
| Anything we need we’ve got. |
| Draw your five short breaths and pretend it' s meditation | |
| Shower head higher power give me patience | |
| Make me nobody' s robot make me nobody' s slaughtered lamb | |
| Delivery me from evil and open me as best you can. | |
| Playin cracked guitar for the Boston Occupation | |
| Get your blindfold drift aimed and endless destinations | |
| Watch the wake and assembly leave principled righteous lives | |
| With your heartbeat through set cement honored to be here guys. | |
| See it' s a slow crawl and a new wave | |
| And if you feel small, don' t babe | |
| Whenever you' re alone you' re not | |
| You wait in line so I can finish conversations | |
| Straighten out the stories and edit out the faces | |
| You' re lost in the file when the cashier catches your eye | |
| Summon up a smile, come back to earth and mumble " hi hi hi" | |
| And it' s connected on a timeline | |
| It' s a circle, no sides | |
| At the same point where it starts it stops. | |
| Out on the back lot you wanted for nothin | |
| you sat with your hands full, the future was open | |
| A dreamt southwestern sky | |
| A moon drenched island night | |
| A new born day awake and alive. | |
| Now it' s a nightclub with a guest list | |
| And oh oh, bad news kid | |
| Who ever' s gettin in we' re not | |
| So let' s start up our own just us | |
| Where anything we need, anything we need | |
| Anything we need we' ve got. |