| Song | Dead Decade |
| Artist | Private Line |
| Album | Dead Decade |
| Give it up baby, don’t bother turning around | |
| The tower started shaking, your city burned to the ground | |
| Some said “it’s our lot” well, thanks a lot, “pass the the salt”, and “shut up” | |
| Babel babble small talk, another flood and we’ll drown | |
| Dear Mary, your son looked so scary, after hanging uptown | |
| Lord knows that his dad don’t care if, we’re double crossed and let down | |
| Let’s leave together | |
| On holiday to our holocaust | |
| You’ll love the weather | |
| The heat is up and the hell’s got frost | |
| Sit back, enjoy decay | |
| This is the dead decade | |
| Landfills, oil spills – those dolphins ain’t laughing now | |
| Fields of blood, trees are cut – why ask if they make a sound? | |
| There’s Danny in his pit of lions – he knows the zoo’s outside | |
| The whale found no place to hide in – Jonah had an easier ride | |
| Let’s leave together | |
| On holiday to our holocaust | |
| You’ll love the weather | |
| You know the heat is up and the world’s got lost | |
| There’s nothing left to save | |
| In a d – d – d - dead decade | |
| We’re living in a dead decade, oh | |
| Still thinking we will get out save, so | |
| All those who say “don’t fear tomorrow” | |
| they sound so hollow | |
| We’re dancing as our world decays, yeah | |
| Death marching us in its parade and | |
| See how our children follow | |
| in sorrow tomorrow | |
| Keep playing all your deadly games | |
| Mom’s worried but we’re not afraid | |
| Who knows if we’ll be here tomorrow | |
| But till then just follow | |
| We’re living in a dead decade, Aww | |
| Still thinking that we have time to play and | |
| All those who told us weep or follow | |
| Have managed to destroy tomorrow |
| Give it up baby, don' t bother turning around | |
| The tower started shaking, your city burned to the ground | |
| Some said " it' s our lot" well, thanks a lot, " pass the the salt", and " shut up" | |
| Babel babble small talk, another flood and we' ll drown | |
| Dear Mary, your son looked so scary, after hanging uptown | |
| Lord knows that his dad don' t care if, we' re double crossed and let down | |
| Let' s leave together | |
| On holiday to our holocaust | |
| You' ll love the weather | |
| The heat is up and the hell' s got frost | |
| Sit back, enjoy decay | |
| This is the dead decade | |
| Landfills, oil spills those dolphins ain' t laughing now | |
| Fields of blood, trees are cut why ask if they make a sound? | |
| There' s Danny in his pit of lions he knows the zoo' s outside | |
| The whale found no place to hide in Jonah had an easier ride | |
| Let' s leave together | |
| On holiday to our holocaust | |
| You' ll love the weather | |
| You know the heat is up and the world' s got lost | |
| There' s nothing left to save | |
| In a d d d dead decade | |
| We' re living in a dead decade, oh | |
| Still thinking we will get out save, so | |
| All those who say " don' t fear tomorrow" | |
| they sound so hollow | |
| We' re dancing as our world decays, yeah | |
| Death marching us in its parade and | |
| See how our children follow | |
| in sorrow tomorrow | |
| Keep playing all your deadly games | |
| Mom' s worried but we' re not afraid | |
| Who knows if we' ll be here tomorrow | |
| But till then just follow | |
| We' re living in a dead decade, Aww | |
| Still thinking that we have time to play and | |
| All those who told us weep or follow | |
| Have managed to destroy tomorrow |