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
Month Of Sundays
Halcyon Days
Fun Time
Die While We're Young
Walkin' With Michael Douglas
Number One
The Pool
Which Is Worse
Hell Or High Water
Me Vs. Morrissey In The Pretentiousness Contest (The Ladder Match)
A Chapter Of Accidents
Shot
Catharsis For Dummies
Catharsis For Dummies
The Rip
The King Is Dead
The Last Laugh
Diver
Desperately Seeking Boozin