Bad Habit

Biting keeps your words at bay. Tending to the sores that stay. Happiness is just a gash away. When I open a familiar scar. Pain goes shooting like a star.

Backstabber

The record goes from blue to gold, so thank you for all your help. I know you want to jump around but try to contain yourself. You always struck me as the type to take it lightly.

A Night At The Roses

you should see yourself. when will you grow up. every knob you twist on that machine is like a crutch. . but i was just the fool. you've been waiting for.

672

672. 672. 672. 672. . Ohh. . Some day they'll find about you too.

Begin Again

I want to begin again. Set sail and pull up my anchors. Forget about all of the dangers and just take it in. I want to make hope, my friend. Shake the dust and start over.

Living In The Storm

There's something wrong with all of my friends. Empty heads and violence I'm trying to pretend. That it's not me. I can be anything I want to be. I'll try to ignore it.

Una Casa Portquesa, Samba

Polka Rag

Pluto- Yes!

Mop Mop

I Can't Get Started

Hhome Town Boogie

Ca Chaca, Marsch-samba 3

Broadway-boogie

The House Inside

Brother Down

One life to live but we're doing it wrong. You see, got my brother down cause it's nothing to me. Everyone saying that it's wrong to cheat. But there's no other way to get my life on easy street.

Bridge To Nowhere

Another day breaks and the last one's gone. You dig deep just to carry on. Your debt's paid off but it don't feel gone. So you slip out the back and you're moving on.

An American Draft Dodger In Thunder Bay

He was born in a small town. And he was given every reason to stay. Hallelujah, Mississippi, postcard living no sign of decay. Till Vietnam moved next door, then Hallelujah was off to war.

Angola

Heat pouring in through the holes slowing traffic to a crawl. Time, time is only silhouettes, shadow puppets on the wall. Pouring in through the holes slowing traffic to a crawl.

A Stone Would Cry Out

The cinematic after effects of alcohol. Have led me to believe. That there's nothing more beautiful. Than a face as it starts to fade. From your memory, what had once been clear as the day.