It was demanded that we wholly submit ourselves.
For our grand ignorance, it proceeded you.
We could not be trusted at all to be guided to truth
without their knowledge guiding the way.
We found an old role reborn and Americanized.
Cold in its way.
What's dead is dead.
I will not serve the law.
Dead is dead.
Heartbreaker
Whole Lotta Love
To My Ruin
One At A Time
A Safe Place
Grain Of Salt
On Being A Bastard
Questions To Root Out Fools
By What We Refuse
Dead is Dead
A Safe Place
One At a Time
Immigrant Song
Whole Lotta Love
Out On The Tiles
Sometimes Selling Out Is Waking Up
Still It Sells
A New Language
Cut To Length
Through Sparrows I Rest