| Song | Stacks |
| Artist | Fugazi |
| Album | Charlottesville, VA USA |
| This time is real | |
| I feel it passing through the telephone | |
| No one is home now | |
| No one is home | |
| These stacks | |
| They keep me down | |
| So I build some more | |
| America is just a word but I use it | |
| Language keeps me locked and repeating | |
| This time is real | |
| I see it passing by the avenue | |
| Nothing to do now | |
| There's nothing to do | |
| I see them spinning on | |
| So I spin out | |
| America is just a word but I use it | |
| Language keeps me locked and repeating |