| Song | Mange |
| Artist | Deer Tick |
| Album | The Black Dirt Sessions |
| These words they make the world spin here in steady rotation | |
| Until the new words turn the new world into oblivion | |
| Well at the end of the line and this new world feels pretty rotten | |
| Then we'll go our separate ways to put new blood in our system | |
| I've never seen eyes so hurt, the kind that scream my name | |
| Now what can | |
| I make of life when it all seems like a game? | |
| I've gotta tie up all my loose ends 'fore my skin turns to mange | |
| So I've gotta look at the sky and imagine | |
| I've found my place |