| Song | S.F.H. Theme |
| Artist | Star Fucking Hipsters |
| Album | Never Rest In Peace |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| It’s been so long | |
| Since we were young | |
| Our bodies whither & fail | |
| Our loneliness is sung | |
| Start Fucking Hipsters | |
| Start Fucking trees | |
| Start Fucking the extra mile | |
| Tortured death is the new dis-ease | |
| The aftermath | |
| The rotting lungs | |
| The cancer grows | |
| To blot out the sun | |
| Start Fucking Hipsters | |
| Start Fucking trees | |
| Start Fucking the extra mile | |
| Tortured death is the new dis-ease | |
| When your cells are dividing there’s no use in hiding | |
| Bacteria’s inside us along with tinnitus | |
| All the bombs were exploding there’s no use in holding | |
| The pages of bibles and other such trifles | |
| When your cells are dividing there’s no use in hiding | |
| Bacteria’s inside us along with tinnitus | |
| All the bombs were exploding there’s no use in holding | |
| The pages of bibles and other such trifles | |
| Star Hipsters die alone | |
| Star Hipsters die alone | |
| Star Hipsters die alone | |
| Star Hipsters die alone | |
| Alone |
| It' s been so long | |
| Since we were young | |
| Our bodies whither fail | |
| Our loneliness is sung | |
| Start Fucking Hipsters | |
| Start Fucking trees | |
| Start Fucking the extra mile | |
| Tortured death is the new disease | |
| The aftermath | |
| The rotting lungs | |
| The cancer grows | |
| To blot out the sun | |
| Start Fucking Hipsters | |
| Start Fucking trees | |
| Start Fucking the extra mile | |
| Tortured death is the new disease | |
| When your cells are dividing there' s no use in hiding | |
| Bacteria' s inside us along with tinnitus | |
| All the bombs were exploding there' s no use in holding | |
| The pages of bibles and other such trifles | |
| When your cells are dividing there' s no use in hiding | |
| Bacteria' s inside us along with tinnitus | |
| All the bombs were exploding there' s no use in holding | |
| The pages of bibles and other such trifles | |
| Star Hipsters die alone | |
| Star Hipsters die alone | |
| Star Hipsters die alone | |
| Star Hipsters die alone | |
| Alone |
| It' s been so long | |
| Since we were young | |
| Our bodies whither fail | |
| Our loneliness is sung | |
| Start Fucking Hipsters | |
| Start Fucking trees | |
| Start Fucking the extra mile | |
| Tortured death is the new disease | |
| The aftermath | |
| The rotting lungs | |
| The cancer grows | |
| To blot out the sun | |
| Start Fucking Hipsters | |
| Start Fucking trees | |
| Start Fucking the extra mile | |
| Tortured death is the new disease | |
| When your cells are dividing there' s no use in hiding | |
| Bacteria' s inside us along with tinnitus | |
| All the bombs were exploding there' s no use in holding | |
| The pages of bibles and other such trifles | |
| When your cells are dividing there' s no use in hiding | |
| Bacteria' s inside us along with tinnitus | |
| All the bombs were exploding there' s no use in holding | |
| The pages of bibles and other such trifles | |
| Star Hipsters die alone | |
| Star Hipsters die alone | |
| Star Hipsters die alone | |
| Star Hipsters die alone | |
| Alone |