| Song | Acetylene |
| Artist | The Walkabouts |
| Album | Prague |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Rules of the game | |
| Have gone and changed | |
| Snapped! | |
| Somethin' snapped! | |
| Dog kings | |
| Flesh dreams | |
| Death's tune | |
| High noon | |
| Wild talk, wild talk | |
| The flame I breathe | |
| Flame I breathe | |
| Acetylene! | |
| Ventriloquist | |
| Earned your cut | |
| With your mouth shut | |
| Can't take | |
| More of this | |
| Dictator face | |
| On a postage stamp | |
| Car bomb | |
| Expressway ramp | |
| The road is torched | |
| Already torched | |
| Let it all crash | |
| Just where it will | |
| Then we'll see | |
| That nothin's here | |
| But what happens then? | |
| What happens then? | |
| Recipes | |
| For disaster | |
| Written on your cocktail napkin | |
| Bless the beasts! | |
| And the blowtorch |