| Song | Prayer Praise & Profit |
| Artist | Pig |
| Album | Genuine American Monster |
| 作曲 : Watts | |
| Death does all the talking | |
| It'll fuck you free | |
| The secret of the senseless | |
| Soiled sick, I see | |
| Little lux Europe | |
| Put your flesh on steel | |
| Confusion is confession | |
| I'll drive you wheel to wheel | |
| The price is prejudicial | |
| Hear the silent sing | |
| With the spit and spat on | |
| Burning broken wings | |
| I defecate where you will dream | |
| Prayer, praise, and profits prey | |
| Take the pleasure's largest measure | |
| Prayer, praise, and profits prey | |
| Every hole is barred | |
| See, your heart is tarred | |
| Lying in the lap of hate | |
| Where your skin is scarred | |
| I defecate where you will dream | |
| Prayer, praise, and profits prey | |
| Take the pleasure's largest measure | |
| Prayer, praise, and profits prey | |
| Death does all the talking | |
| It'll fuck you free | |
| The secret of the senseless | |
| Soiled sick, I see | |
| Little lux Europe | |
| Put your flesh on steel | |
| Confusion is confession | |
| I'll drive you wheel to wheel |
| zuò qǔ : Watts | |
| Death does all the talking | |
| It' ll fuck you free | |
| The secret of the senseless | |
| Soiled sick, I see | |
| Little lux Europe | |
| Put your flesh on steel | |
| Confusion is confession | |
| I' ll drive you wheel to wheel | |
| The price is prejudicial | |
| Hear the silent sing | |
| With the spit and spat on | |
| Burning broken wings | |
| I defecate where you will dream | |
| Prayer, praise, and profits prey | |
| Take the pleasure' s largest measure | |
| Prayer, praise, and profits prey | |
| Every hole is barred | |
| See, your heart is tarred | |
| Lying in the lap of hate | |
| Where your skin is scarred | |
| I defecate where you will dream | |
| Prayer, praise, and profits prey | |
| Take the pleasure' s largest measure | |
| Prayer, praise, and profits prey | |
| Death does all the talking | |
| It' ll fuck you free | |
| The secret of the senseless | |
| Soiled sick, I see | |
| Little lux Europe | |
| Put your flesh on steel | |
| Confusion is confession | |
| I' ll drive you wheel to wheel |