Tearing up the walls, scratching out her name.
Staring up the walls, dulling up the razor blade.
I'm washing it down.
Watch me call the port on.
I'm washing it down. Watch me fall.
It's the shock of the sound of the ants.
to carry me off towards home.
I'm better now, not behind the eyes.
Congratulations
Halcyon Days
Month Of Sundays
Fun Time
The Pool
Hell Or High Water
The Rip
Shot
Number One
Die While We're Young
Diver
The King Is Dead
Which Is Worse
The Last Laugh
Me Vs. Morrissey In The Pretentiousness Contest (The Ladder Match)
A Chapter Of Accidents
Career Suicide
Walkin' With Michael Douglas
You Kiss Their Ass And They Shit On You
The Rip