If smiling raver chubby girls with fragrant barretted blond curls won't lead you to
Stray...you got the job
If you don't mind cigarette smoke or my addiction to diet coke and sex night
And day...you got the job
If you promise not to make me cry and never ever tell a lie...when I'm on the
Road...you got the job
If you love me just for who I am I'll love you back forever and, baby,
I'm sold...you got the job!

• 32 Fuetes
• Alcohol is The Root
• Alcoholor Comedy
• All You Ever Do
• Alphabet Poem
• Calling All
• Canadians
• Dress
• Factory Hot Rod
• Gig Tits
• Goodbye
• Half a Day a Week
• I'm Yer Peer
• Infected Tattoo
• Insomnia
• Intro
• Isabelle
• Metal Queen
• My Satan Poem
• No Me Drink
• Obsessed With Childhood
• Poem #357651
• Porno Brainwash
• Rock Star Man
• Singin
• Snowboarding
• Stumpy The Mouse
• Test
• We're Assholes
• You Got The Job