*had to go through about 50 to find 21 with lyrics*

Put your MP3 player on shuffle, and write down the first line of the first twenty songs. Post the poem that results. The first line of the twenty-first is the title.

They say the meek shall inherit
He had what you might call a trivial occupation
You're weird, in tears, too near and too far away
Now Broom, you must now sweep for me
Slave screams he thinks he knows what he wants
Sometimes you're better off dead
What's that sound?
I never asked for this or planned it in advance
Push punish push punish
Running down the central reservation
The creator of what’s now cliché had some funny words to say
All dressed down to catch a whiff of the buzz
Blue savannah song
If you were gay
I have to drive
We are the pain
What else should I be? All apologies
The noctilucent cloud's extensibility
White on white translucent black capes
Thoughts of prison lying in my bed
Here I am just longing for you once again.