fell on retro
glass carved upwards
i'm affraid of no man
tongue in cheek
refuse to speak with anyone who knows the secret
come and sit on the side of the road
in the fresh cut grass
heavy hay fever reason
listen close as the madness destroys the technology within your island
telephone call blister cough
bleeding in and out of a rerun
held a hand with a handful to boot and tell you what is the number of
grinding hips
you shouldn't inch toward the possum
she's more than you're hiding
underneath all that make up i broke you