| Song | Children of Apocalyptic Techstep |
| Artist | Half Man Half Biscuit |
| Album | Four Lads Who Shook the Wirral |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I’d like to flush the demons from out of her mind | |
| I’d like to flush the demons from out of her mind | |
| I’d like to rescue her from unicyclists | |
| Come on, come on | |
| Come on, come on | |
| Come on, come on, begone, futon, begone | |
| Beyond the brook of eastern sages lies a stream | |
| A growing trend for people nowadays to say | |
| Don’t let my funeral be morose in any way | |
| I, I, I, I, I will always hate them | |
| I ask you now please | |
| Rock of Ages Cleft For Me | |
| The forty-third brown sign today | |
| Tells me I could be on my way | |
| To England’s crudest water wheel | |
| I’d rather take the bridleway | |
| The one you turned down yesterday | |
| To be with he who rules the roost at barbeques | |
| Too many psychopaths | |
| Not enough cycle paths | |
| Too many psychopaths | |
| Not enough cycle paths |
| I' d like to flush the demons from out of her mind | |
| I' d like to flush the demons from out of her mind | |
| I' d like to rescue her from unicyclists | |
| Come on, come on | |
| Come on, come on | |
| Come on, come on, begone, futon, begone | |
| Beyond the brook of eastern sages lies a stream | |
| A growing trend for people nowadays to say | |
| Don' t let my funeral be morose in any way | |
| I, I, I, I, I will always hate them | |
| I ask you now please | |
| Rock of Ages Cleft For Me | |
| The fortythird brown sign today | |
| Tells me I could be on my way | |
| To England' s crudest water wheel | |
| I' d rather take the bridleway | |
| The one you turned down yesterday | |
| To be with he who rules the roost at barbeques | |
| Too many psychopaths | |
| Not enough cycle paths | |
| Too many psychopaths | |
| Not enough cycle paths |
| I' d like to flush the demons from out of her mind | |
| I' d like to flush the demons from out of her mind | |
| I' d like to rescue her from unicyclists | |
| Come on, come on | |
| Come on, come on | |
| Come on, come on, begone, futon, begone | |
| Beyond the brook of eastern sages lies a stream | |
| A growing trend for people nowadays to say | |
| Don' t let my funeral be morose in any way | |
| I, I, I, I, I will always hate them | |
| I ask you now please | |
| Rock of Ages Cleft For Me | |
| The fortythird brown sign today | |
| Tells me I could be on my way | |
| To England' s crudest water wheel | |
| I' d rather take the bridleway | |
| The one you turned down yesterday | |
| To be with he who rules the roost at barbeques | |
| Too many psychopaths | |
| Not enough cycle paths | |
| Too many psychopaths | |
| Not enough cycle paths |