Lyrics: The Belle of the Ball Black Sheets Blister Blue Hour Born Evil Burned My Feet On Meat Street Cocaine and Hookers Computer Hero Crawl Away Crush My Skull Dever's Lawn Four Dopes Get In The Bag Here At Home How Much I Love You Humiliation Simmers If You've Gotta Stab Someone I'm The Smell In Her Hand In The Know Jealous Killing Me Love To Kick You The Man With No Name Oh My God Paler Said The Spider Satan And Me Scones Shit So Low Sylvia Translucent Lover Whatever Gets You Off What Goes On Inside Your Head Who Needs Love? Yoko Ono Knows The You I Knew

06. ///Paler. "Imagine your days full of volleyball, beach activities and hunting sports. You and Jeanne-Pierre would be like two little wombats digging holes in the dirt." /// In love we are swept off our feet, in trauma our legs are knocked out from under us, feel we are re-establishing connections we'll identify./// Defeat, hurt, rejection, time for your injection. Feel not in your toes, it's joy./// Slowly peeling layers, skin from onions- careful not to be so so annoyed. I could just fry. /// Image, might as well be porn. Ego, don't touch me, I am scorn./// Vengeance. Don't pretend you know the way it feels, the flesh is transformed and I am born./// Suspected and defeated, bitterly conceded, svck on this and curtly smile./// Compulsive repetitions, head wet indiscretion, help me, hands are wrongly tied./// Sinking, sunken, fingers feel so drunken fear, i can't get off my bed./// Lips are growing paler, fear success and failure, got to drain my aching head. /// Image, might as well be porn. Ego, don't touch me, I am scorn./// Vengeance. Don't pretend you know the way it feels, the flesh is transformed and I am born. /// "Before we reach the majestic spice islands of Paraguay, I must warn you, in my glove box, you will find Jeanne-Pierre. He's back, and he's got a pair of fancy pants you won't believe. Silk tie from Mexico, a velvet jacket from Singapore-- from head to toe, he's a walking circus show."