| Song | Ctrl Alt Mexicans |
| Artist | Vuvuvultures |
| Album | Push/Pull |
| "Pass me a glass" is the first thing that she said | |
| But little closer and you'll end up in regret | |
| I'd tried to stop her but the flow is in her head | |
| She pop'd another pill; well that not, she was dead | |
| I'd couldn't help it but i felt a bit upset | |
| I felt the eyes on me, the eyes are burning red | |
| Play once indeed but i was fueled with dread | |
| Then the thought occured to me: "This night I won’t forget" | |
| Legs spread on the floor | |
| Not what like you were before | |
| Mind gone nothing more | |
| Turned into a messy chore (x3) |
| " Pass me a glass" is the first thing that she said | |
| But little closer and you' ll end up in regret | |
| I' d tried to stop her but the flow is in her head | |
| She pop' d another pill well that not, she was dead | |
| I' d couldn' t help it but i felt a bit upset | |
| I felt the eyes on me, the eyes are burning red | |
| Play once indeed but i was fueled with dread | |
| Then the thought occured to me: " This night I won' t forget" | |
| Legs spread on the floor | |
| Not what like you were before | |
| Mind gone nothing more | |
| Turned into a messy chore x3 |