| Song | Stacks |
| Artist | Fugazi |
| Album | Steady Diet of Nothing |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| This time is real, | |
| I feel it passing through the telephone, | |
| No one is home now, | |
| No one is home. | |
| These stacks, | |
| They keep me down, | |
| So I build some more. | |
| America is just a word but | |
| I use it. | |
| Language keeps me locked and repeating. | |
| This time is real, | |
| I see it passing by the avenue, | |
| Nothing to do now, | |
| There's nothing to do. | |
| I see them spinning on, | |
| So I spin out. | |
| America is just a word but i use it. | |
| Language keeps me locked and repeating. |