| Song | Friendly Fire |
| Artist | The Kissaway Trail |
| Album | Sleep Mountain |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| My kingdom for a cellar door. | |
| The ship sank, too much liquid | |
| And too heavy guns behind them | |
| Heavy drinkers | |
| Heavy soils | |
| No place for trees like us. | |
| They fought fire, with friendly fire. | |
| We eluded capture by hiding | |
| In the dark, in the dark | |
| In a park | |
| Near where we grew up | |
| We don't care about them |