Pretty sure in the universe I live in, the only one who gets to define what does or doesn't belong on a NIN record is Trent. And whatever he puts out (heh heh *puts out* /beavis) I expect will be interesting one way or another.
But let us continue to speculate about the pointless.
Track 9....somewhere will be the sound of nappies crinkling.
No more dog barks people! It's babies crying behind that screaming guitar.
And that vacuum? It's back! But it's just a straight vroom vroom to get up the Cheerios scattered over the table and around the chairs.
No bees. Cuz no honey for those under 1 years of age.