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

03./// Whatever Gets You Off the hedons yep, there surely breeding, always someone got just what they're needin push a button, leg of mutton, feed your face, you fuckin glutton the feelings yep they're just feeling fine, rum and coke, or a glass of wine turn on your tits, turn off your mind, tomorrow you could end up blind oh yeah- if that gets you off well alright- if that gets you off whatever- ya you know that if tomorrow don't come, at least you had fun ok, yeah, I'm getting preachy-- read some neitzche- all is peachy truth be told- wish I was you-- blindly do just what you do buy some perfume- check J. Crew; Burning pink, or powder blue? worries they are precious few goddam i wish that I was you oh yeah- if that gets you off well alright- if that gets you off whatever- ya you know that if tomorrow don't come, at least you had fun plastic tits, newly fit, bad brown acid- took four hits spastic cream, day-glo dream- hooked you with their magazine swedish curl, barbie girl- its me and you against the world gettin by, by gettin high- feed me seymour- I am dry it feels good, it tastes good. I like it a lot. oh yeah- if that gets you off well alright- if that gets you off whatever- ya you know that if tomorrow don't come, at least you had fun   if you've gotta get off, get off with someone you love. Thank you. Goodnight.