| Song | I Know |
| Artist | Shortwave Set |
| Album | Replica Sun Machine |
| Falling to pieces | |
| It’s what we do best | |
| We tear ourselves to bits | |
| And then we clear up the mess | |
| Oh, why | |
| Why? | |
| We make our music | |
| Always off key | |
| It’s twisted and it’s wrong | |
| Some kind of drunk symphony | |
| Oh, why | |
| Why? | |
| Crawl from the wreckage | |
| Like meat on a hook | |
| It’s not criticize, | |
| I don’t know which way to look | |
| Oh, why | |
| Why? |
| Falling to pieces | |
| It' s what we do best | |
| We tear ourselves to bits | |
| And then we clear up the mess | |
| Oh, why | |
| Why? | |
| We make our music | |
| Always off key | |
| It' s twisted and it' s wrong | |
| Some kind of drunk symphony | |
| Oh, why | |
| Why? | |
| Crawl from the wreckage | |
| Like meat on a hook | |
| It' s not criticize, | |
| I don' t know which way to look | |
| Oh, why | |
| Why? |