| Song | Transitions |
| Artist | Ween |
| Album | Shinola Vol.1 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Got aesthetic universal saturation in the grip of the morning sun. | |
| The creosote that erodes all the odors that lie dormant when the day is done. | |
| Hop the dingle on the ferry takes you back to the dimension that's just begun. | |
| Riding the crest of the communion to a union, | |
| Harry Truman is the holy son. | |
| And he says... |