| Song | Sister |
| Artist | Sebadoh |
| Album | Bubble & Scrape |
| Damned if | |
| I do, and damned if | |
| I don’t I told you | |
| I loved you, | |
| I wish that | |
| I hadn’t You don’t seem the same | |
| I guess I know you too well | |
| I knew I was falling, but | |
| I didn’t know how low | |
| I’d fell Sister, oh sister, who told you these lies? | |
| I haven’t got time to teach you what it could be like | |
| To pull you from this, child | |
| You don’t smell the stink, but your mind has found the bed | |
| You think | |
| I’m all yours and | |
| I wish that | |
| I were dead | |
| The words were not your own, it was something your mother said | |
| Umbilical bloodline, mind control, by the whiny chat (?) | |
| Sister, oh sister, | |
| I thought it’d be nice | |
| That thing | |
| I felt when we first met just will not suffice | |
| The glimmer in your eyes | |
| I love you, sister | |
| A bloodline to condescend | |
| I thought so, sister, but | |
| I cannot pretend | |
| It’s hard to believe this blood, this isn’t healthy love | |
| It’s hard to believe this love, this isn’t healthy blood | |
| Sister, oh sister, you thought you were so wise | |
| But we’re still fishing and coming from the blindest eye | |
| A logic you defy |
| Damned if | |
| I do, and damned if | |
| I don' t I told you | |
| I loved you, | |
| I wish that | |
| I hadn' t You don' t seem the same | |
| I guess I know you too well | |
| I knew I was falling, but | |
| I didn' t know how low | |
| I' d fell Sister, oh sister, who told you these lies? | |
| I haven' t got time to teach you what it could be like | |
| To pull you from this, child | |
| You don' t smell the stink, but your mind has found the bed | |
| You think | |
| I' m all yours and | |
| I wish that | |
| I were dead | |
| The words were not your own, it was something your mother said | |
| Umbilical bloodline, mind control, by the whiny chat ? | |
| Sister, oh sister, | |
| I thought it' d be nice | |
| That thing | |
| I felt when we first met just will not suffice | |
| The glimmer in your eyes | |
| I love you, sister | |
| A bloodline to condescend | |
| I thought so, sister, but | |
| I cannot pretend | |
| It' s hard to believe this blood, this isn' t healthy love | |
| It' s hard to believe this love, this isn' t healthy blood | |
| Sister, oh sister, you thought you were so wise | |
| But we' re still fishing and coming from the blindest eye | |
| A logic you defy |