| Song | Needle (Acoustic) |
| Artist | Born Ruffians |
| Album | Acoustic EP |
| [Intro] | |
| I belong to no one | |
| Like the watermelon | |
| Rolling with momentum | |
| Spitting out its seeds | |
| Buried under snow and | |
| Waiting just to show us | |
| How it grows and knows how | |
| Yummy it will be | |
| I belong to no one | |
| A song without an album | |
| Long forgotten maxim | |
| Spoken to the sea | |
| I belong with no one | |
| I belong with no one | |
| I belong with no one | |
| You belong with me... | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| When I was a boy I | |
| Wished that I was older | |
| Wished that I was taller | |
| Tall enough to see | |
| See the things I see today | |
| Now I wish they’d go away | |
| How they led me far astray | |
| Stray from what I need | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Needle in the hay | |
| Lost, but in my place | |
| Peaceful in my ways | |
| Hope I never have to sew again | |
| Tumble, tumble down | |
| As I scrape the ground | |
| Make the mighty sound | |
| Knowing I am, knowing I have found a way | |
| A way | |
| A way | |
| A way to always belong | |
| Long | |
| Long | |
| It won’t be long until I am gone | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| I am used to no one | |
| I’m the same as everyone | |
| Spinning underneath the sun | |
| Head between my knees | |
| I belong to no one | |
| I am a minimum | |
| Rolling into bigger sums | |
| Adamant to me | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Outro] | |
| Way | |
| Long |
| Intro | |
| I belong to no one | |
| Like the watermelon | |
| Rolling with momentum | |
| Spitting out its seeds | |
| Buried under snow and | |
| Waiting just to show us | |
| How it grows and knows how | |
| Yummy it will be | |
| I belong to no one | |
| A song without an album | |
| Long forgotten maxim | |
| Spoken to the sea | |
| I belong with no one | |
| I belong with no one | |
| I belong with no one | |
| You belong with me... | |
| Verse 1 | |
| When I was a boy I | |
| Wished that I was older | |
| Wished that I was taller | |
| Tall enough to see | |
| See the things I see today | |
| Now I wish they' d go away | |
| How they led me far astray | |
| Stray from what I need | |
| Chorus | |
| Needle in the hay | |
| Lost, but in my place | |
| Peaceful in my ways | |
| Hope I never have to sew again | |
| Tumble, tumble down | |
| As I scrape the ground | |
| Make the mighty sound | |
| Knowing I am, knowing I have found a way | |
| A way | |
| A way | |
| A way to always belong | |
| Long | |
| Long | |
| It won' t be long until I am gone | |
| Verse 2 | |
| I am used to no one | |
| I' m the same as everyone | |
| Spinning underneath the sun | |
| Head between my knees | |
| I belong to no one | |
| I am a minimum | |
| Rolling into bigger sums | |
| Adamant to me | |
| Chorus | |
| Outro | |
| Way | |
| Long |