| Song | Six Six Sixties |
| Artist | Throbbing Gristle |
| Album | Throbbing Gristle’s Greatest Hits |
| I am one of the injured | |
| A tear blurs flesh | |
| Dissolving | |
| Like an injured dog | |
| Like wasted limbs | |
| Get smaller | |
| Pain is the stimulus of pain | |
| But then of course nothing is cured | |
| This is the world now | |
| Move a fin and the world turns | |
| Sit in a chair and pictures change | |
| Try to eat us | |
| And get trapped | |
| Or injured | |
| Just |