The Sunday Driver

Another accident. Up on 95. Motor oil blues. Zero to sixty cruise. . You filthy loser, you Sunday driver. Why don't you buy me a golden sewer?. And paint the walls a pretty color.

She Is Here

Gifts of silver and coal. Cold front moving like a snail. Crisp skin, broken legs, "she's here". You've killed summer, lady luck is a fucking whore. Made in Mississippi , play me your blues old man.

Planet Caravan

Sensoria

His head is not his memory.. Visions coming, one, two, three.. Trickle up, trickle down.. Wearily, we come unwound.. Sensoria, sensoria, sensoria, sensoria..

Not Today I'm Not

Not today i'm not. Said the greasy disgrace of a man. You're the biggest fuckin' loser in town, fuck.. Cheapest fuckin' hooker in town, fuck.. . I can sell you a coke..

Zzzzz

And I'm up, down, I'm spinning around. High and dry and kicked to the ground. I'm lost and I'll never be found. . My lips were much too shy. The lines about you they never rhymed.

Long Distance Dedication

You would look beautiful. With wires through your face. You would look beautiful. With traintracks for teeth. . I need your love, twistes and sick. Broken and burned, I need your love.

Nag Nag Nag

Nag Nag Nag. Nag Nag Nag. Nag Nag Nag. Nag Nag Nag. . Home again. Asphalt boys. Broken bodies. Broken toys. Not too tall. Amoeba like. Mono head. Mono mind.

Vegas Skies

It's twelve o'clock and I need your attention. It's like the alcohol making my head spin. The sand is a wall, the room is a bottle. Keeping me hopeless till I wake tomorrow.

Human Interest Story

I'm a gamblin' man.. Every mintue, every second of my life.. Walking here's the easy part.. Miles from home in my piece of shit car.. Look at me, kiss my face..

Microphonies

"James Brown". _Microphonies_. Cabaret Voltaire. Everything. Devoured.. I learn to hold my, will power.. Everything. Devoured.. I learn to hold my, will power..

Track Four

Hello precious, your ignorance is a bit infectious. And it has spread to all the wrong places. Gotta love all the familiar faces. . See right through you, don't think everything that you do.

Feed Mr. Glass

Paint the windows black. Candles burn to death. . Drop me a line. Chlorine in the motor. Give me the shot. Bullet in the chamber.. . Feed me glass. (shoot me up).

Clinton St. Blues

Montana is beautiful. This time of the year. What the fuck do I know. My eyes are lying again. The whiskey is wearing off. I'm sobering up. Last piss of the night.

This City Is Contagious

The word is out, this town can hardly breathe. The air is filled with dust and dying dreams. Attaching wings to all the sights. We're making sure these buildings fly.

These Are The Lies

La-la-la-la-lies. La-la-la-la-lies. La-la-la-la-lies. La-la-la-la-lies. . I don't love you, I don't need you.. I don't ever want to see you again.. 'cause girl, I moved on and things are perfect..

That 70s Song

And lately I've been walking. From all these places that I cannot stand. I guess it's just my history talking. Or I'm refusing to supply your demands.

Just Fascination

Slipping into new disguise,. Your eyes know, your body lies.. This fascination. This fascination. This, fascination.. Your thoughts, closed off.. But it's no concern, concern of yours..

Temporary Bliss

I come over. Quarter past two. Love in my eyes. Blinded by you. Just to get a taste of heaven. I'm on my knees. . I can't help it. I'm addicted. But I can't stand the.

Just Facination

"Just Fascination". _The Crackdown_. Cabaret Voltaire. Slipping into new disguise,. Your eyes know, your body lies.. This fascination. This fascination. This, fascination..