| Song | No Suprises |
| Artist | Stanislaw Soyka |
| Album | Soyka Sings Love Songs |
| A heart that's full up like a landfill, | |
| A job that slowly kills you, | |
| Bruises that won't heal. | |
| You were so tired and happy, | |
| Bring down the government, | |
| They don't, They don't speak for us. | |
| I'll take the quiet life, | |
| A handshake, some carbon monoxide. | |
| No alarms and no surprises, | |
| Silent. | |
| This is my final fit, | |
| My final bellyache with | |
| please. | |
| Such a pretty house, | |
| Such a pretty garden. |