| Song | The Girl |
| Artist | Southern Death Cult |
| Album | Southern Death Cult |
| she glances at her reflection | |
| but never when it rains | |
| she glances at her reflection | |
| there's a screw loose somewhere | |
| but never when it rains | |
| and all good people who've lost in love | |
| should never lose their souls | |
| the air is filled with pretence | |
| be cautious in your actions | |
| for you may not make a hit | |
| the in crowd's shit | |
| but never when it rains | |
| look around look all around it's time to think we've had enough of this | |
| look around look all around it's time to think we've had enough of this |