Tony Hawk's Pro Skater 2/Soundtrack

Tony Hawk's Pro Skater 2 adds rap and hip-hop to their soundtrack, adding some new variety. Here are the lyrics to every song, in order of song name.

Note: Lyrics are uncensored and contain adult language and mature themes.

"B-Boy Document '99" by The High & Mighty
Yeah uhh What it look like? Mad Skillz Uhh Mr. Eon (The Mighty Mos Def) The Mighty Mos (the E.C. Rawkus connection) Coast to coast (from '88 to '99) What? What? What? What?

It's on fire tonight Everything on my side is lookin' alright It's high power original, b-boy traditional Raw bass material, huh, when individual True brand imperial you're hearin' on your stereo Transcribe the live, the Mos, Def init-ial Sit BACK, and listen, you ain't, in no position To deal with my conditional mentally and physical Strength is indivisible, crews be comin' pitiful Speech be sound typical, downfall habitual Ock, I'm not feelin' you; don't know what your label Tellin' you or what magic beans they sellin' you I can flow, you can't though, example Of a cat who just a modern day Sambo (yeah) Who be bitchi'n out to A&R demands so You can collect your little petty cash advance HOE You knock-kneed and sloppy, but not me I'm I-N-D, E-P-E, N-D-E-N-T

It was a jam at the center, and the party was shakin' And the poppers was poppin', and the breakers was breakin' And it won't be long til everybody know that B-boys rock the document! (document)

Yo, yo, you on the injured, I'm hot to death I'm foul, plus I'm winnin', you think I shot the ref? Rock a vest if you out of turn speakin' 'Cause I'm right there like nightmares; I catch MC's while they sleepin' I'm back these rap cats is wildin' Got 'em in the studio poppin' Valiums, remasterin' they album I'm about to re-up and restructure the case You stuck, you about to get rearranged and replaced I got plans for this rap game (uh-huh) Put your head in the toilet and look son, If you think my shit done changed My shit is, out of your range, rip you out of your frame Cop your tape, and the next day, copped an exchange If you ain't, rockin' raw, what you rockin' for?? Without heat, y'all MC's, ain't hot no more So for you lame cats tryin' to put your hit out Try rockin' back and forth It might be easier to get your shit out!

It was a jam at the center, and the party was shakin' And the poppers was poppin', and the breakers was breakin' And it won't be long til everybody know that B-boys rock the document! (document)

I'm Jedi Master, Mase Windu, what you been through Keep MC's heads wrapped like Erykah Ba-do Hip-Hop's Cleon Jones, when Eon Jones Wackest MC's, we pee on those No need to impede The High and Mighty mystique That shit would be as ignorant as Jimmy the Greek Claimin' they Godzilla's when they really Godzooki Got a mill' from Charlie Brown, when I kidnapped Snoopy Eon, sale or performance, in any ordinance Rhyme menace, that burst your verbal nuisance In accordance, with all the laws from the cordless Starbuck coming through, leavin any pimp whoreless Stereo stompin' defeatin' me is like Latrell chokin' up John Thompson, Charles Bronson Had a Death Wish for this next to left shit Leavin' all these hot air MC's breathless

It was a jam at the center, and the party was shakin' And the poppers was poppin', and the breakers was breakin' And it won't be long til everybody know that B-boys rock the document! (document) I said b-boys rock the document

"Blood Brothers" by Papa Roach
Watch your back because the next man is coming And you don't know if the next man is dumbin' Survival of the fittest what it is I got your back, you got my back, and that's the biz Blood is rushing through my veins, I got the power Channel the energy and with my strength I will devour Sickenin thoughts is runnin' through my head That's when I realized I'm glad I'm not dead

Corruption and it grows The salesman of our blood For the public's craving Existence in the dark

It's in our nature to destroy ourselves It's in our nature to kill ourselves It's in our nature to kill each other It's in our nature to kill, kill, kill

It was a dream and then it hit me Reality struck, and now my life is all shifty And it all moves, close to a buck 50 We all stand strong in respect to the family In times of insanity And through words of profanity I describe our dysfunctional family Blood brothers keep it real to the end Deeper than the thoughts you think, not a trend Corruption and it grows The salesman of our blood For the public's craving Existence in the dark

[x2] It's in our nature to destroy ourselves It's in our nature to kill ourselves It's in our nature to kill each other It's in our nature to kill, kill, kill

Again and again

Corruption and it grows The salesman of our blood For the public's craving Existence in the dark

It's in our nature to destroy ourselves It's in our nature to kill ourselves It's in our nature to kill each other It's in our nature to kill, kill, kill

Kill! [x20]

It's in our nature to destroy ourselves It's in our nature to kill ourselves It's in our nature to kill each other It's in our nature to kill

"Bring the Noise" by Anthrax and Chuck D
Bass! How low can you go? Death row, what a brother knows Once again, back is the incredible The rhyme animal The uncannable D, Public Enemy Number One Five-O said, "Freeze!" and I got numb Can I tell 'em that I never really had a gun? But it's the wax that the Terminator X spun Now they got me in a cell cause my records, they sell Cause a brother like me said, "Well Farrakhan's a prophet and I think you ought to listen to What he can say to you, what you wanna do is follow for now" Power of the people, say "Make a miracle, D, pump the lyrical" Black is back, all in, we're gonna win Check it out, yeah y'all, here we go again

Turn it up! Bring the noise! [x2]

Never badder than bad cause the brother is madder than mad At the fact that's corrupt as a senator Soul on a roll, but you treat it like soap on a rope Cause the beats and the lines are so dope Listen for lessons I'm saying inside Music that the critics are blasting me for They'll never care for the brothers and sisters Mow, cause the country has us up for the war We got to demonstrate, come on now, they're gonna have to wait Till we get it right Radio stations I question their blackness They call themselves black, but we'll see if they'll play this

Turn it up! Bring the noise! [x2]

Get from in front of me, the crowd runs to me My deejay is warm, he's X, I call him Norm, ya know He can cut a record from side to side So what, the ride, the glide should be much safer than a suicide Soul control, beat is the father of your rock'n'roll Music for whatcha, for whichin', you call a band, man Making a music, abuse it, but you can't do it, ya know You call 'em demos, but we ride limos, too Whatcha gonna do? Rap is not afraid of you Beat is for Sonny Bono, beat is for Yoko Ono Run-DMC first said a deejay could be a band Stand on its feet, get you out your seat Beat is for Eric B. and LL as well, hell Wax is for Anthrax, still it can rock bells Ever forever, universal, it will sell Time for me to exit, Terminator X-it

Turn it up! Bring the noise! [x2]

From coast to coast, so you can stop being like a comatose "Stand, my man? The beat's the same with a boast toast" Rock with some pizzazz, it will last. Why you ask? Roll with the rock stars, still never get accepted as We got to plead the Fifth, we can investigate Don't need to wait, get the record straight Hey, posse's in effect, got the Flavor, Terminator X to sign checks, play to get paid We got to check it out down on the avenue A magazine or two is dissing me and dissing you Yeah, I'm telling you

"Cyclone" by Dub Pistols
I rip rock and gravel when I time travel My rhyme busts shots with the beats that I battle When I get in your head my thoughts become lead Pipes that never get the see's out of bread Straight beat the bloodstream Try to come clean Got intervened by dream that was sweet With a three-sixty degrees turn on the globe And now you got me runnin' around my area code.

You got me runnin' in a cyclone You got me runnin' in a cyclone You got me runnin' in a cyclone Coma-overdose and I'm in the zone. You got me runnin' in a cyclone You got me runnin' in a cyclone You got me runnin' in a cyclone Coma-overdose and I'm in the zone (A'ight)

Three seats for the future Birth on this earth I go up from the step for my pen to exert And the G's that revert from its natural source If reversed, I take the opposite course To avoid the steroids and the jack to my record Because its style, its the style they neglected By the natural physique on my way to the mental peak That's when I flip the Unique Freak Let my lyrics leak as the mountain goes through I take one last look and take a giant leap I take a giant leap (I said what?) I take a giant leap (You got me what?) I take a giant leap (You got me what?) I take a- (what?) I take a

[x3] You got me runnin' in a cyclone You got me runnin' in a cyclone You got me runnin' in a cyclone Coma-overdose and I'm in the zone. You got me runnin' in a cyclone You got me runnin' in a cyclone You got me runnin' in a cyclone Coma-overdose and I'm in the zone (A'ight)

"Evil Eye" by Fu Manchu
6 hours before With an evil grin Better brace yourself Straightaway or win Call power slide Separates them all Never touchin the brake Unapproachable

[x2] Evil eye has set his plan... Erasin' all...

Pushed through the floor Halfway through the turn As we ride up high The dirt starts to burn Wheels of his heap Hits the backstreet wall Evil eye has signaled Unapproachable

[x2] Evil eye has set his plan... Erasin' all...

Evil... eye... will fall [x3]

[x3] Evil eye Unapproachable

Unapproachable [x4]

"Five Lessons Learned" by Swingin' Utters
Five lovely lessons learned today Coating my throat with the dust of a new day As the saints pray their lonely way Their dead weight lays the passion to waste

If I sew my heart on my sleeve They'll drop the bomb on me and I'll wake up I can only fix much in my sleep I can only drink so much from this empty cup

I know I must not think bad thoughts I'm always beaten to the punch I'm holding aces high and low And in between I'm tryin' to break my fall

Give me a piece of what you've got I'll make it new with much less thought It's symbolic and full of trash Lofty endearments whispered under your breath

Five lessons remembered yesterday Easing my mind and seizing each new day Beyond and back I'm still the same Kicked over some old trash but I still waste I still waste, I still waste, I still waste

"Guerrilla Radio" by Rage Against the Machine
Transmission, third world war, third round A decade of the weapon of sound above ground No shelter if you're lookin' for shade I lick shots at the brutal charade

As the polls close like a casket On truth devoured A silent play in the shadow of power A spectacle monopolized The camera's eyes On choice disguised

Was it cast for the mass who burn and toil? Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil? Yes, a spectacle monopolized They hold the reins and stole your eyes

Or the fist-a-gons The bullets and bombs Who stuff the banks Who staff the party ranks

More for Gore or the son of a drug lord None of the above. Fuck it! Cut the cord

[x4] Lights out Guerrilla radio Turn that shit up

Contact. I hijacked the frequencies Blockin' the beltway, move on D.C Way past the days of bombin' MCs Sound off. Mumia guan be free

Who got 'em? Yo check the federal file All you pen devils know the trial was vile An army of pigs try to silence my style Off 'em all out that box. It's my radio dial

[x4] Lights out Guerrilla radio Turn that shit up

It has to start somewhere It has to start sometime What better place than here What better time than now?

All hell can't stop us now [x6]

"Heavy Metal Winner" by Consumed
You could be evicted Live your life restricted Sooner or later So pay them what you owe Maybe then they'll let you go Sometime never

You could make a difference Deal with what's in front of you You say it's gonna happen You know it's gonna happen You could make a difference Get up and make a stand It's the way it makes me feel

The way I feel There's nothing I can't do And the way I feel I'll follow you and see it through Do do do

You're acting like a prick I think your head is made of brick Is there anyone in there? You could make it happen If you had the balls But I think you're a coward

You could make a difference Deal with what's in front of you You say it's gonna happen You know it's gonna happen You could make a difference Get up and make a stand It's the way it makes me feel

The way I feel There's nothing I can't do And the way I feel I'll follow you and see it through Do do do

Here today but gone tomorrow[X4]

"May 16" by Lagwagon
No more waiting on them As you rise inside new rooms Its official, you've gone You can live for no-one else Man the guilt must be huge Theres no gain in failure You succeded at being mine Yeah, old friend, see ya there I will be proud from a far I can't paint a picture In a moment, of memories there's not many left I am extrodited, uninvited

It's just another Saturday

Take a step to freedom You and her loathing this cruel world Take a breath of shelter, then exhale Trust and allegance Liberate yourself from hell

It's just another Saturday [x2]

"No Cigar" by Millencolin
Tell us where you're from What you want to become And we'll say if you're OK Where did you go to school? Right answer and you're cool Yeah, you're the kid the whole day

You get a sticker in your face Information 'bout the case So you know your potential Don't think you can extend Don't think you can extend, just comprehend

But I don't wanna hear it No, it's more than I accept

'Cause I don't care where I belong no more What we share or not I will ignore I will ignore

We will shut you out We'll put you in doubt If you think that you're special We'll tell you who you are We'll tell you that you're close but no cigar

But I don't wanna hear it No, it's more than I accept

'Cause I don't care where I belong no more What we share or not I will ignore And I won't waste my time fitting in 'Cause I don't think contrast is a sin

What they say is Go back where you came from They'll tell you that, I don't want to hear No, I don't want to hear No, I don't want to hear it No, it's more than I accept

'Cause I don't care where I belong no more What we share or not I will ignore And I won't waste my time fitting in 'Cause I don't think contrast is a sin No, it's not a sin

"Out with the Old" by Alley Life
Out with the old in with the new shit Mark said keep it clean, do this Straight from the streets Run and tell them new kid B.P. is back with the new shit Who this press don't be a stupid Useless why you so damn dufus A.L.K. still be the truest If you bad mouth me then you gettin' two hits One to the eye, one to the lip And all this here comin' straight from the hip And all I wanna do is just make music and get paid Like the Slim Shady dude did For the love of the game I'ma do this Get rap like sex cause I move it And I'ma sit around for the revenue split When the band all together taking better new tricks Cause I...

Being in a band it's hard to survive When you playin' in the clubs and love to get high

[x3] Out with the old in with the new shit Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Out with the old in with the new shit Yo yo yo

[x2] Yo what they want Yo I think they want (more more more) Oh how you know Cause they all was screaming (go go go)

Who was the people screamin' go go The same one's that was screaming more more The same one's that outside the front door And the same one's gettin' high up in the front row Also, shit I like to blow doj Get drunk, throw up right before shows Do it in the open or on the low low I don't give fuck, fuck the po-po Yeah I'm thug and down to throw blows Cool with it too, bound to go go If I can't get one pound of the dough Blaze and get laid round the whole globe Yeah I like women we take the whole row We got big shit at the mo' mo' Meet us in 212 at 2:44 Do whatever in the morning and go go go

Being in a band it's hard to survive When you playin' in the clubs and love to get high

[x3] Out with the old in with the new shit Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Out with the old in with the new shit Yo yo yo

[x2] Yo what they want Yo I think they want (more more more) Oh how you know Cause they all was screaming (go go go)

Hold up, now I know you ain't tryin' to be cute And not salute a soldier See I expose you, for the dirty rat you are Found you ain't hard then your life gets scarred Turn around and player hate my shit Private, attention! Forward march, towards your camp They'll be coming through the dark Check my style, watch me now

[x2] Yo what they want Yo I think they want (more more more) Oh how you know Cause they all was screaming (go go go)

[x3] Out with the old in with the new shit Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Out with the old in with the new shit New, new, new, new

"Pin the Tail on the Donkey" by Naughty by Nature
Oh finally, finally (here we are) And for good, are the three, follow me (It ain't far) Even though if it was, you could make it to the start The enemies, do you know who they are? (There they are) A devil with the dorags be walkin', now I had it up to there Oh yeah, that's the last straw (The Nature's back for) (Brothers and sisters!) (R-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-ound) (Ugh, ugh)

Pin the tail on the junkie, find a false flavor It's a new day to play with a neighbour Freeze the MC's that wanna see thee By now Naughty By Nature by me They want me to come and come up faster, that could be arranged Dump the last of the matinee, 'cause they couldn't stand the damn rain The pain's the same, the game remains mine I got more hooks than a fish line Bite the head off a snake Chew up from the first to last break and shoot 'em in the face Make way, (move), who are you to test me? (Huh, huh, huh) I seen your last porno flick, it ain't impress me Wassup? Cuddle sport, here's a thought (The only records that they got, are the records their crew bought) Damn real, V-Rock, their fiendin' is funky Pin the tail on the donkey

Go [x8]

I do more poppin than a blackhead, wreck the waxheads I'm fed, (Go ahead, you retired tackhead) Back to the fact of the track witta new thought You couldn't smoke butts witta match and a Newport Here we go, we go, we go again, witta flow we know, we know it's in (Def play like Poppa Simpson) KayGee's on the slice, can he co-clean? Doin more scratchin' than a funk and a dope fiend Cold knockin' blocks off, gettin' rocks off I don't cock off, cop out, and now cop's off (cops off) Another renegade of rap won't stop that I'm more feared than a Sugar Hill contract I'm known for Lettin The Hoes Go, my demo's all flow When cursin' was a no-no, you dodo Give it up 'cause I'm hot wit' a warm hate I won't stop, pop, til that head is screwed on straight I take shorts, and no sorts, so take that clone The only thing I take is the 8 to the path home And I take you all the way to the north stop Your style's more foul than a pork chop I rock the hip-hop, non-stop tick-tock Around the big clock, witta spot, tick-tock Pin the tail on the jackass, it don't mean jack (chill, chill) To a brother from down the hill Back track with a rap that remains funky (Hmmm, and it's ugh) Back in the day, y'all, I played with Play Doh The dough is real now, and dildo's feel how A starvin hungry MC gets when MC Filet Mignon is the fixin' I'm starvin' up, it's time to carve them up, yup Get 'em and cut 'em up, stuff 'em and cook the duck Tough luck, tell 'em to shut up and jet And feel the threat of a real life roughneck Pin the tail on the donkey

That another best will need a hard vest for this head check (What? There's another, Treach?) That's what I heard, yep Three steps from a pit, boom, in his chest I never knew a nigga really wanted to die Instead he bit, instead of lookin me eye-to-eye, then I Knew he was truly through, dumb plus the one To meet the mighty one, call a bad one I rhyme about what I want to, microphone 1-2 You're doin' like lesser than a bomb do T-H-E M-C O-F R-A-P T-O L-double O-K A-T﻿ I-N T-H-E N-I-N-E-T-I-E, apostrophe S, see And I might stop to step to a sexy Fancy, prancy and dancy No cosmo stomp, here's the true form Style's so fat, it gets fitted with a shoe horn Here's a clearer mirror, dear ya Lookin in nearer, 'cause I don't fear ya Some get too souped to the point Where it's still too thick but still lick through and through Always wanted a guy to come and try To get sly and try to get by my Ain't it a treacherous style that's wreckin' it Pin the tail on the donkey

What the? Yo, yo, yo, yo, wassup yo? What happened? It's like that? We gon' rush you again

Go [x8]

"Subculture" by Styles of Beyond
Yo, Everybody (c'mon) If you're with it (c'mon) If you're ready (c'mon) If you want it (c'mon) Bring it on (c'mon) Come along (c'mon) S-T-Y-L-E-S Beyond

Yo, everybody (c'mon) If you're with it (c'mon) If you're ready (c'mon) If you want it (c'mon) Bring it on (c'mon) Come along (c'mon) S-T-Y-L-E-S Beyond

Aw here it comes like a scene in Genesis

Tak: Yo, it's like being in the position to get yourself mentioned Attack with the sick-assed twelve inch, the metal blade Serenaide, somebody tell the clique what's happenin' This is how we took over the atlas From the beginning of known rappers, stole the stone cactus What what know what the fact is

Ryu: Galactic Arachnids coming with killer attachments Action the words rip, quick draw fastest Flat leather attack men are back in the wounded Swooped down for thirty-thou for troop movements

Tak: Brother with two units, boogie down speakin The spankin the true music, takin a few bruises In particular group weapon to shoot crews with Ketchup all over your suit's blueprint, now! Who knows the rules to the new accoustic? Heavy on the way 'cause we're crooked And droppin the school stupid, recoopin

Ryu: Comin' for cash so give it up Everybody rockin' with Ryu and Tak, say whaaat!

Tak: With two tapes in the deck, get set to dub over Press record and absorb the "Subculture"

Aw here it comes like a scene in Genesis

Ryu: Yo, hollow points like anonymous tips Five shots in the rock box ready for six At the bottom of the crate you could suffer the same fate Make a rapper ship twelve platinum and blank tapes

Tak: Uh up rock off to eight shapes the Great Dane (Gamma ray) able to bake brains You might as well shelve it Huh! Still spinnin with twelve helmets Somethin that they punish themselves' with, uh they felt it

Ryu: Purple velvet melt metal itself quick tell Everybody in the clique to get down with the Celtic With the felt-tip attack raps around sounds So bounce now, you ain't got the fingers to count styles There it is (what?) that, ambiguous cat Gritty kitty my rikky-raw rhetoric rap Takin' back my style rip r-rebirth (gimme that!) 'Cause I don't give a kcuf like the "f-word" reversed!

Aw here it comes like a scene in Genesis

Tak: Get ready for the ride where nobody else has been Check the code locks and strap yourself in Beware to hold on loose the roller coaster Alcanola what? Same as it ever was

Ryu: Get ready for the ride where nobody else has been Check the code locks and strap yourself in Beware to hold on loose the roller coaster Alcanola what? Same as it ever was

Tak: Yo beats, (what?) rhymes (what?) style (what?) wicked! ... All depends on how we kick this! Breakers sneakers, all the night freakers Boniqua sleepers those who might peep us Crash in the cascade, deem a catch-phrase Last miss of peace in this puzzle of rap fame The world in a twist lost for who to blame Make a wish, light a flame, and toss, the boomerang

Ryu: Yo number one through the rank came the rule of pain Through the vein of the lunar slang thinkin of sure things People are strange, they got me wonderin' why You want fame make a record that somebody actually buys The clique nobody rips, nobody gets Not even a half a second to block my rock karate-kicks! Chop suey, duck phooey, sharpen my chop sticks And when you get trouble and they double as lock-picks!

Ryu: Get ready for the ride where nobody else has been Check the code locks and strap yourself in Beware to hold on loose the roller coaster Alcanola what? Same as it ever was

Tak: Get ready for the ride where nobody else has been Check the code locks and strap yourself in Beware to hold on loose the roller coaster Alcanola what? Same as it ever was

"When Worlds Collide" by Powerman 5000
[x2] Now this is what it's like when worlds collide Now this is what it's like

What is it really That's going on here You've got your system for total control Now is there really anybody out there Now watch us suffer cause we can't go

What is it really that is in your head What little life that you had just died I'm gonna be the one that's taking over Now this is what it's like when worlds collide

Are you ready to go 'Cause I'm ready to go What you gonna do baby, baby Are you going with me 'Cause I'm going with you It's the end of all time

What is it really that motivates you The need to fly or this fear to stop I'll go along when you realize When we get there I say nine of ten drop

Now who's the light and who is the devil You can't decide so I'll be your guide And one by one they will be hand chosen Now this is what it's like when worlds collide

Are you ready to go Cause I'm ready to go What you gonna do baby, baby Are you going with me Cause I'm going with you It's the end of all time

You are a robot

[x2] Now this is what it's like when worlds collide Now this is what it's like

What is it really when they're falling over Everything that you thought is denied I'm gonna be the one that's taking over Now this is what it's like when worlds collide

[x2] Are you ready to go 'Cause I'm ready to go What you gonna do baby, baby Are you going with me 'Cause I'm going with you It's the end of all time

[x2] Are you ready 'Cause I'm ready It's the end of all time

"You" by Bad Religion
There's a place where everyone can be happy It's the most beautiful place in the whole fuckin' world It's made of candy canes and planes And bright, red choo choo trains And the meanest little boys The most innocent little girls And you know, I wish that I could go there It's a road that I have not found And I wish you the best of luck, dear, Drop a card or letter to my side of town

'Cause there's no time for fussing and fighting my friend But baby I'm amazed by the hate that you can send And you Painted my entire world But I Don't have the turpentine to clean what you have soiled And I won't forget it

There's a place where everyone can be right Even though you remain determined to be opposed Admittance requires no qualifications It's where everyone has been and where everybody goes So please try not to be impatient For we all hate standing in line And when the farm is good and bought You'll be there without a thought And eternity my friend, is a long fuckin' time

'Cause there's no time for fussing and fighting my friend But baby I'm amazed by the hate that you can send And you Painted my entire world But I Don't have the turpentine to clean what you have soiled And I won't forget it

Other Versions
Some ports and regional versions have notably different soundtracks in their versions.

Korean Version
Along with the original soundtrack, seven songs by the Korean band Fin.K.L were added.


 * 1) "Feel Your Love"
 * 2) "Forever Love"
 * 3) "Now"
 * 4) "Pride"
 * 5) "To My Prince"
 * 6) "Waiting For You"
 * 7) "White"

iOS Version
The iOS version replaces the original soundtrack with 9 songs.


 * 1) "70 - 30" by The Lions Rampant
 * 2) "The Alchemist" by Nathan Xander
 * 3) "Everyone Comes to Life" by Goonies Never Say Die
 * 4) "Fresh Kicks" by Murs & Terrace Martin
 * 5) "Just Dance" by The Spanks
 * 6) "Interested in Madness" by Operatic
 * 7) "Now I'm You" by Killing California
 * 8) "Saviour" by Late Night Condition
 * 9) "Wasted Youth" by Bobot Adrenaline

PocketPC Version
The iOS version replaces the original soundtrack with 5 songs.


 * 1) "Certain Girls" by Kissinger
 * 2) "Crickers in the Soap" by Ryan Young
 * 3) "Flat Out" by Delegate
 * 4) "Garden Party for Murder Pride" by Oranger
 * 5) "Rock and Roll" by The Clutters