| Song | Queens |
| Artist | Caravan Palace |
| Album | Panic |
| It's place called Queens, | |
| but nobody's looking for trouble. | |
| I'm gonna beat them all | |
| in a world where I've never been. | |
| (Indistinguishable/Unknown) | |
| Thank God there's none. | |
| (Indistinguishable/Unknown) | |
| They sell their soul. | |
| In search of twigs, | |
| My body's cold as I amble. | |
| I'm gonna beat them all | |
| facing worlds that I've never seen. | |
| (Indistinguishable/Unknown) | |
| Thank God there's none. | |
| (Indistinguishable/Unknown) | |
| They sell their soul. |