| Song | Caretaker's Theme |
| Artist | Slut |
| Album | Lookbook |
| I wore it out, | |
| I played along a bit and missed a hit. | |
| I抦 out of trace now, walked away now, alright... tried to fight, | |
| I look at emptiness, my private mess. | |
| I抦 out of place now, just walked away now, alright... gimme back the choice to win again, gimme back the voice so | |
| I can sing along with them. | |
| I抦 out of trace now, lost my face now, alright... wore it out, | |
| I played along a bit, missed a hit. | |
| I抦 out of place now, walked away now, alright... peace is over... peace is over... peace is over... peace is over... peace is over |
| I wore it out, | |
| I played along a bit and missed a hit. | |
| I bǐng out of trace now, walked away now, alright... tried to fight, | |
| I look at emptiness, my private mess. | |
| I bǐng out of place now, just walked away now, alright... gimme back the choice to win again, gimme back the voice so | |
| I can sing along with them. | |
| I bǐng out of trace now, lost my face now, alright... wore it out, | |
| I played along a bit, missed a hit. | |
| I bǐng out of place now, walked away now, alright... peace is over... peace is over... peace is over... peace is over... peace is over |