| Song | FF=66 |
| Artist | Jawbox |
| Album | For Your Own Special Sweetheart |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| He invites the storm | |
| He lives by instinct | |
| With fears that are not fears | |
| But prickles of ecstasy | |
| This code is cracked | |
| I don't expect whatever | |
| I spat out to stick | |
| Awash in the signs, sick from the lack | |
| Spliced in, spliced in | |
| Second-hand words and screen for skin | |
| Forcing out sounds, facing outside again | |
| Deified and refined, blurring every line | |
| Just want a way not to be what gets sold to me | |
| FF=66 explains you're sick | |
| Spins on the axis of promise and lick lack luck | |
| Reveals all tricks |