| Song | Not In My Name - Check Yourself Mix |
| Artist | KMFDM |
| Album | Brimborium |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| All is quiet | |
| Nothing left to hate | |
| No signs of life to practice what you preach | |
| Sorry comes too late | |
| Play a little game called blind man's bluff | |
| Add a cause to a bomb, then set it off | |
| First part, bang, comes full stop | |
| Returning us all back to dust | |
| Regret, the bitter pill of defeat | |
| It's ever only after, only after mistakes were made | |
| The urge to blow apart and set it straight | |
| It's either do it my way or the hard way | |
| No matter what the consequence | |
| Here's a little cash called hush-man money | |
| Turn a blind eye, get gone and run | |
| Shoot ‘em all down | |
| Smoke ‘em all out | |
| We got bigger toys and media clout | |
| Not in my name | |
| Better check yourself | |
| Play your game somewhere else | |
| A little sacrifice for your foe | |
| Got your sticks, your stones | |
| A place all your own | |
| So much for unholy war | |
| Not in my name | |
| Never let yourself | |
| Stand above the world yourself | |
| You've no authority, you've got it wrong | |
| You're rich and fat, what more could you get? | |
| Damn you and your holy war | |
| All is quiet | |
| All is defeat |
| All is quiet | |
| Nothing left to hate | |
| No signs of life to practice what you preach | |
| Sorry comes too late | |
| Play a little game called blind man' s bluff | |
| Add a cause to a bomb, then set it off | |
| First part, bang, comes full stop | |
| Returning us all back to dust | |
| Regret, the bitter pill of defeat | |
| It' s ever only after, only after mistakes were made | |
| The urge to blow apart and set it straight | |
| It' s either do it my way or the hard way | |
| No matter what the consequence | |
| Here' s a little cash called hushman money | |
| Turn a blind eye, get gone and run | |
| Shoot ' em all down | |
| Smoke ' em all out | |
| We got bigger toys and media clout | |
| Not in my name | |
| Better check yourself | |
| Play your game somewhere else | |
| A little sacrifice for your foe | |
| Got your sticks, your stones | |
| A place all your own | |
| So much for unholy war | |
| Not in my name | |
| Never let yourself | |
| Stand above the world yourself | |
| You' ve no authority, you' ve got it wrong | |
| You' re rich and fat, what more could you get? | |
| Damn you and your holy war | |
| All is quiet | |
| All is defeat |
| All is quiet | |
| Nothing left to hate | |
| No signs of life to practice what you preach | |
| Sorry comes too late | |
| Play a little game called blind man' s bluff | |
| Add a cause to a bomb, then set it off | |
| First part, bang, comes full stop | |
| Returning us all back to dust | |
| Regret, the bitter pill of defeat | |
| It' s ever only after, only after mistakes were made | |
| The urge to blow apart and set it straight | |
| It' s either do it my way or the hard way | |
| No matter what the consequence | |
| Here' s a little cash called hushman money | |
| Turn a blind eye, get gone and run | |
| Shoot ' em all down | |
| Smoke ' em all out | |
| We got bigger toys and media clout | |
| Not in my name | |
| Better check yourself | |
| Play your game somewhere else | |
| A little sacrifice for your foe | |
| Got your sticks, your stones | |
| A place all your own | |
| So much for unholy war | |
| Not in my name | |
| Never let yourself | |
| Stand above the world yourself | |
| You' ve no authority, you' ve got it wrong | |
| You' re rich and fat, what more could you get? | |
| Damn you and your holy war | |
| All is quiet | |
| All is defeat |