| Song | Sideswiped |
| Artist | Astronauts, etc. |
| Album | Sideswiped |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| half awake | |
| with a mind full of clutter | |
| under dressed | |
| and i’m searching for cover | |
| looking for skin in the bargain bins, but nothing seems to fit | |
| if i can stay warm til i get back home, i’ll never steal again | |
| every time i feel like i’m feeling all right | |
| i get punched in the gut of my absent mind | |
| every time i feel like i’m feeling all right | |
| i get sideswiped | |
| all alone | |
| with a big white canvas | |
| paralyzed | |
| by a fear of progress | |
| every pen stroke, every pollock throw is a liability | |
| i went broke when the words i chose were taken as a guarantee | |
| every time i feel like i’m feeling all right | |
| i get punched in the gut of my absent mind | |
| every time i feel like i’m feeling all right | |
| i get sideswiped |
| half awake | |
| with a mind full of clutter | |
| under dressed | |
| and i' m searching for cover | |
| looking for skin in the bargain bins, but nothing seems to fit | |
| if i can stay warm til i get back home, i' ll never steal again | |
| every time i feel like i' m feeling all right | |
| i get punched in the gut of my absent mind | |
| every time i feel like i' m feeling all right | |
| i get sideswiped | |
| all alone | |
| with a big white canvas | |
| paralyzed | |
| by a fear of progress | |
| every pen stroke, every pollock throw is a liability | |
| i went broke when the words i chose were taken as a guarantee | |
| every time i feel like i' m feeling all right | |
| i get punched in the gut of my absent mind | |
| every time i feel like i' m feeling all right | |
| i get sideswiped |
| half awake | |
| with a mind full of clutter | |
| under dressed | |
| and i' m searching for cover | |
| looking for skin in the bargain bins, but nothing seems to fit | |
| if i can stay warm til i get back home, i' ll never steal again | |
| every time i feel like i' m feeling all right | |
| i get punched in the gut of my absent mind | |
| every time i feel like i' m feeling all right | |
| i get sideswiped | |
| all alone | |
| with a big white canvas | |
| paralyzed | |
| by a fear of progress | |
| every pen stroke, every pollock throw is a liability | |
| i went broke when the words i chose were taken as a guarantee | |
| every time i feel like i' m feeling all right | |
| i get punched in the gut of my absent mind | |
| every time i feel like i' m feeling all right | |
| i get sideswiped |