Tom Waits -- Shine, shine, a Roosevelt dime. All the way to Baltimore and running out of time. Salvation army seemed to wind up in the hole. They all went to heaven in a little row boat.
Bruce Springsteen -- Baby this town rips the bones from your back it's a death trap, it's a suicide rap.
Steely Dan -- In the morning you go gunning for the man who stole your water, and you fight 'till he is done in, but they catch you at the border, and the mourners are all singing as they drag you by your feet, but the hangman isn't hanging, so they put you on the street.
The Clash -- This is radio Clash underneath a mushroom cloud. This is radio Clash, you don't need that funeral shroud.
Live -- Lightning crashes, an old mother dies. Her intentions fall to the floor. The angel closes her eyes.
Tom Waits -- Someone's crying in the woods, someone's burying all his clothes. Now Slam the Crank from Wheezer slept outside last night and froze.
Everclear -- They found her out in the fields about a mile from home. Her face was warm from the sun, but her body was cold. I heard the policeman say, "Just another overdose."
Tori Amos -- Heard the eternal footman bought himself a bike to race.
David Byrne -- Maybe you just lost somebody, maybe your whole world has changed. The sun don't really care about that; it shines on anyway.
Bush -- I'd die in your arms if you were dead too.
John Prine -- Woke up this morning, put on my slippers, walked in the kitchen and died.
Garbage -- You burned me out but I'm back at your door, like Joan of Arc coming back for more. I nearly died.
Talking Heads -- Heaven is a place where nothing ever happens.
The Offspring -- By the time you hear the siren it's already too late. One goes to the morgue and the other to jail. One guy's wasted and the other's a waste.
Fuel -- Memories are just where you laid them. Dragging the waters 'til the depths give up their dead.
Peter Gabriel -- Lord, here comes the flood. We'll say goodbye to flesh and blood.
Tom Waits -- Now don't be a cry baby when there's wood in the shed. There's a bird in the chimney and a stone in my bed. When the road's washed out, we pass the bottle around, and wait in the arms of the cold cold ground.