The highways (The Slipstreams of half-sacks)
Are jammed up from pillar to post
Night changes things:
Everything is foul and filthy the reign
The settlers are kicking off their shoes
Flex those comets, bury that asshole
'Cos noxious obnoxious is guilty as hell
Take those smokestacks to your lawyers
And smoke out the lot of them
Drown them all out
Just Like You
Helios
One Manometer Away From Mutually Assured Relocation
Red
Folie
Practiced Hatred
Halfway to a Worthless Ideal Arrangement (An Interlude to a Discontinued Sa
God Wants Us All To Work In Factories
All Your Own Way
Half-Eaten Sausage Would You Like To See You In His Office, The
Wet Dream War Machine
Touched On Every Side
Recyclable Body Fluids In Human Form
Movement Across The Membrane
One Way or Another
The Perils of Believing in Round Squares
Pulling The Christmas Pig By The Wrong Pair Of Ear
File Under 'Soft Core Seizures'
How To Become A Virgin
Captain Gaydar It's Time To Wind Your Clock Again