| Song | Fuzzy Sun |
| Artist | Jim O'Rourke |
| Album | Halfway To A Threeway |
| What you call a pain | |
| I call weeding out | |
| And what you call the rain | |
| Comes out of my mouth | |
| Fuzzy sun | |
| Gets you one by one | |
| Fuzzy sun | |
| Gets the job well done | |
| Rolling drunks for their cigarettes | |
| Frightening babies that aren't born yet | |
| You feel I've passed you by | |
| You feel that you've been robbed | |
| Well nothing will feel worse | |
| Than dying on the job | |
| Fuzzy sun | |
| When you have come undone | |
| Fuzzy sun | |
| A boy must have his fun | |
| A cigarette to brand a baby's arm | |
| A bit of ash in his face keeps him warm |